One scared woman walks around in the dark of the night. There is nobody around.
The woman, comes across a man at the end of a dark ally. Scared, she turns around, not wanting trouble.
The scared woman, turns around and walks away. Away she walks, but the man follows her in the dark.
Scared, the woman walks faster, but no one is around in the dark. The man speeds up too, faster in the dark.
The scared woman feels like this is a nightmare. She can hear the mans footsteps getting louder.
Why is there no one around to see? It's to dark to see in the dark.
They both get faster and faster, the night getting darker, the woman scared.
The man is happy. The man is laughing. The man is hunting.
The woman's heartbeat gets louder, the pace, faster. The woman is scared of the happy, laughing man. She runs away faster.
Away, she runs. Scared, in the dark. The woman runs scared in the dark. The woman runs.
The man is close. No one around. The man is laughing because no one will see. No one will hear. The man laughs.
On top of the scared woman, the man is. The scared woman screams, but no one can hear.
The woman struggles and struggles. The man laughs and laughs. She knows now, that she can't run.
He stops her heart with the blade of his knife. No one can see.
One last breath the woman lets out. One last laugh the man lets out. One scared woman didn't survive in the dark of the night.
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Pile the Dead
Poesia"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good R...
