Pitch black and Scared shitless

Pitch black and Scared shitless

A Poem by Rayzor

Five minutes ago the lights went out.
Something that I now don't want to be without. 
I sit in my room, in the dark, all alone.
My body and nerves stiff as stone. 
I hear footsteps. Coming from where?
I listen closely. Hoping it's nothing to fear.
Voices from the attic. Something satanic.
I nearly go frantic. Come on, don't panic.
I get out of bed and run out of the room. 
Come on get out, or it will be my doom.
I shake and whimper. Nowhere to run.
I see the ripper. Killer of one by one. 
He runs towards me, with a hellish grin.
I'm too weak, too young. I cannot win. 
Closer and closer. My eyes open wide.
What happened next...well, I died.

© 2013 Rayzor


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Suffer...it's good for you....



Scott

Posted 6 Years Ago


"with a hell of a grin." is a positive thing, but if it was a hellish grin or a freakish grin. Otherwise, I know the feeling of being as scared as that.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Rayzor

6 Years Ago

Good point ;)
Haha! That was really nice. I laughed at the end.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on December 18, 2013
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Rayzor

Moss, Ostfold, Norway



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