Creeping shadows in the night,
Whispers over shoulder’s flight,
A never ending
Pitch black plight,
Falling over me.
Creepy crawlers every where,
Twisting every tiny hair,
Tracing over
My blank stare,
Clawing in the night.
Haunts of an evil dead,
Wrapped about my blind head,
Choking me like
Weighted lead,
Chained about my neck.
People’s eyes staring here,
Their blank and empty ghostly leers,
Always bringing
Me to tears,
Steak knives to my heart.
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Submission Name: Paranoia
