Play For Keeps
Scents in air
Stiff and stale
Eyes of devil
Skin so pale
Moves so swift
Can't catch me
Turn the corner
Then I see
Close my eyes
Horror to feel
Knowing it's there
Evil so real
Chills on bones
Wind stands still
Voice of terror
Coming to kill
Claws for shredding
Hooves dug deep
Hard to breathe
Soul to keep
Copyright © Jamie Rua | Year Posted 2012
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