The Devil Speaks Dec 29 10
The many shadows on the walls,
are starring into my soul.
The piercing eyes and the evil glares,
are trying to take control.
The many voices that I hear run deep,
and my body freezes in fear.
There is something missing that I don't quite understand, why? There's a chill in the
air every time it is near.
Such a darkness, emptiness, anger and rage,
when I look into those eyes.
Surrounded by flames, with a crooked smile,
"I'm in your mind baby girl, I will always be alive."
I will haunt you wile you sleep,
watching every move you make.
I'm going to torture you, puncture your inner thoughts,
I'm just waiting for you to make that last final mistake!
Copyright © Priscilla Larson | Year Posted 2010
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