Thursday, March 12, 2009

Step down
To pavement
Its cold
Its harsh
Look up to moonlight
Friendly
Yet dark
Walk in the fridged
Blowing wind
Wishing for someone
A wanting
A friend

Fear will comsume me
And lost i will go
The dark
It will swollow me
And no one will know
The screams will come from me
And no one will hear
Why do i fear you...
In the dark
You are near...

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