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Silver Eyes
When I lie in bed at night,
I tend to wake with dread;
Fright.
I look around and tend to see,
Silver eyes stareing at me.
My eyes adjust to the black,
And find myself stareing back.
These eyes belong to a man,
Who, very gracefully, I see stand.
I watch as he moves to me,
As I lay there, scared as can be.
I feel his presence on my bed,
And once again, here comes that dread.
I feel weak and very dizzy.
I can't seehim, where is he?
i can't move my muscles at all.
Am I safe?
Will I fall?
Once again I look around,
But this time, he is found.
He is leaning over me.
What can I do?
Does he mean to kill me?
Pressure,
Pressure,
On my chest,
I try to breathe,
I'm doing my best.
I watch him as he leans down on me,
Slowly,
Black is what I see.
I wake up later with great shock,
As my eyes find the clock.
The hour is late, and I no longer see,
Those silver eyes stareing at me.
I still do now feel dread,
As I lay back down on my bed.
I close my eyes but all I see,
Are those silver eyes stareing at me.
 ~The~Blackest~Rose~ · Tue Mar 28, 2006 @ 03:00am · 1 Comments |
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