Raindrops make patterns,
competing down the window pane.
The sound calming my nerves,
I feel unable to look away.
I feel your presence immediately,
my breath stops all at once.
I see your reflection in the window,
been waiting for this moment for months.
I know this encounter,
will not end well.
How painful it will be,
who can tell?
I turn around,
breathing out,
What I then see,
makes me shout,
No!
Horror, apparent,
I now go silent.
Death inevitable,
You, the Devil.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
