Steps..
One forward,
two back..
Darkness,
fear of the unknown,
when will Death attack..
Bend down,
feel around,
crawling on hands and knees..
In the breeze I hear whispers,
has he found me..
Lay on my belly,
sliding along a gravel path..
Stuck in a Hell of my own making,
fear,
my only companion..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
