Don't look behind you, whatever you must do
Because there are quiet "people", lurking aside you
They're the feeling you get in the darkness, the feeling of being watched
They stare at you with harshness, their souls have been lost
They're the feeling you get when you stand still, eerie and vulnerable
,A sort of uneasy feeling that is hardly tolerable
If you think you may see one, don't investigate further
For if you TRY to see them, you'll be the victim in their murther
YOU ARE READING
Random poem
Poetryye. Poems I made when I was bored. Some of them are based on Short horror films (don't need to credit them, because nobody is going to read this)
