A figure
A shadow, maybe?
All black, tall, mysterious
With red burning eyes
Comes towards me
Taunting me
Toying with me
Killing me slowly
He asks me if i want to play
Play what, I wonder
Play mind games
He seems to reply
Killing me slowly
You wonder why I'm here?
You wonder why I'm crazy?
Well now you know
How he kills me slowly
YOU ARE READING
Killing Me Slowly
PoetryInspired by what a friend told me about the voices he hears and the figures he sees. I'm so glad i was able to accurately summarize his feelings in this one short poem:) thanks for the awesome inspiration Theo, and I'll always be there for you:)
