Sinking feeling, in your gut,
Heart is racing, what's that sound?
Feet are heavy, steps are slow,
Then you hear it's rasping moan.
Try to move, but legs are lead,
No point running, you're already dead.
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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...
