A Silhouette
In the chill of the night
Dark Shadows creep the floors
Doors bolted shut
Windows lined with black smut
I hear footsteps in the attic
I see silhouettes of shadows
running a muck
There’s no way out
In this house here I’m stuck
What is it they want
Are their souls all trapped
In past lives,
did they all once snap
Thrown against a wall
A painful pinch in my spine
Silhouette hands
A woman’s shape, so fine
She has no eyes but I feel her stare
I beg for life
Please me just spare
She owns my soul
It’s no longer mine
Robbed by a silhouette who’s
Hands were once mine
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