Through her scared eyes.

Leave my sight
and leave this space
as i slowly
fall from grace

On this sixth day of June I wait
for the demon of my nightmares gloom
on the strike of six, not a minute late
he came to ensure
my final fate

He grabs me with those razor claws
and pulls me away
down these twisted halls

He pulls me into a dark quiet room
he closes th door
and my fear starts to bloom.