He drags the knife along the walls
as you hide in the closet.
You pray he won’t find you,
But he will.
You’re not his first victim.
It’s your blood he wants,
And he will get it.
As you try not to cry,
You realize you’re already dead inside,
But you believe you’ll make it through this.
Closer he gets,
And still closer,
Because you’re already his.
You close your eyes
And silently cry
Because this is it.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry Book Three
PoetryContains poems, most of which will be highly personal. It will also include poetry about experiences and ideals. Will contain 100 poems when finished. {Poetry / Short Story}
