- by an_emone
Got pushed away in a dark hollow, Cold hands on my throat one sets,
For every building fear i swallow, Tighter around my neck it gets.
For every step I take forward, The road behind crumbles down.
For every scream, a whispered word, I'm in middle of a dead dark town.
A panting run towards the end, A dimly lit house.
Opened the door, darkest it went. It's a trap and I'm the mouse.
Muffled screams from all around, Drops of my tears shine.
Frantic I go to source the sound, Stopping to realize it was mine.
Calm it went, screams went low, A thirst quenching breath.
Aching all over, sudden blow. But this isn't death.
Still, I lay on the ground, opening heavy lids to see,
Might have become a plaything, For the demon over me.
Thank you for reading~ XoXo