Silent Footsteps
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A first attempt at horror
(I guess)

Silent Footsteps

Another warm summer morn

Another warm summer morn, lies a bed of roses

Another warm summer morn, lies a bed of roses with thorns

Another warm summer morn, lies a bed of roses with thorns sweating in the humid heat

Another warm summer morn, lies a bed of roses with thorns sweating in the humid heat, melting ice cream under your feet

Silent footsteps approach you

Silent footsteps approach you, for it's too early to say goodbye

Silent footsteps approach you, for it's too early to say goodbye blood bespattered on the floor;

Silent footsteps approach you, for it's too early to say goodbye blood bespattered on the floor; breaking the silence

Silent footsteps approach you, for it's too early to say goodbye blood bespattered on the floor; breaking the silence is a sudden knock, on the door

There's nothing in sight

There's nothing in sight, only you, shaking with fright

There's nothing in sight, only you, shaking with fright tied is a chain, on your throat

There's nothing in sight, only you, shaking with fright tied is a chain, on your throat, to where the memories afloat

And when you gaze, in those fiery eyes

And when you gaze, in those fiery eyes Of terror, hearing your own cries

And when you gaze, in those fiery eyes Of terror, hearing your own cries Dreading with fear

And when you gaze, in those fiery eyes Of terror, hearing your own cries Dreading with fear Like a river, solemnly fall down silent tears

One, two, three lives taken

One, two, three lives taken (in a row)

One, two, three lives taken (in a row) And, in a blink, you're gone, before you know.

written by: laiba

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