Last Performance

by Rachael   Mar 6, 2011


Conquered,
by the fear,
that sits and waits,
to consume you.
As the last performance ends,
casting you into darkness.
Step by step,
pulling you in.
Terror.
As the last bit of light,
slowly starts to fade.
Panic.
As the frantic hands,
hold you down,
Death by a maniac.
Who was never found.

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