Three

by Eliza   Jun 21, 2008


Close my eyes, count to three.
Look in the mirror, the black image facing me.
broken teeth, bruised face.
I fall asleep whispering "never wake".

Shivers, cries, waking me from sleep tonight.
cold hands, bright light.
I know i will not be alright.

Slow movements, i break the silence.
scream, shake, move, wake.
Nothing moves, your face clouds my every thought.

You are everywhere, holding me back.
Sick stranger so twisted.
Know my every word? I've got something new.

Blank You.

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