The Evil Death

by Shelley Williams   May 14, 2016


The darkness devours
the woman in her sleep,
She was stuck inside
and the pain was felt deep.

Her cries were never heard
inside where she lay,
The terror that kept her
took her soul away.

Inside she was empty,
waiting for the kill,
Her death would come
and her blood would spill.

The monster that prey
looks like a giant fly,
Gnashes into her flesh
and in suffering she die.

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