Taunted

by Alex Sparrow   Jul 25, 2008


Awoken in the middle of the night
Clenching onto the covers so tight
Crying endless tears out of fear
Somehow, somewhere, I can feel you here

Taunting and calling out my name
A sound so sharp it could cut right down the vein
I look in the mirror and cannot recognize the face
The girl I once was has fallen from grace

He's taken over me, full of so much hate
Dying now, is that really my fate?
Shaking, shivering, so terrified and alone
Look at my body, all you can see are bones

A warmness floats through the air, and I feel safe again
I lay back down and fall asleep

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  • 16 years ago

    by Hollywood

    I really liked this good one!