The Watcher
Those eyes, you never will forget
The kind when you see them
You know satan controls and feeds them
They chill you to the bone
Leaving you in fear to be alone
They pierce right into your soul
Pulling out your every hidden secret
When they get a lock on you
They tighten as they grip
Strangling and paralyzing you
Leaving you in distress
Daring you to look away
But taunting you to stare
Contridicting your every move
Terrorizing your every dream
Leaving your voice to scared to yell
Your frozen in your mind
Knowing you have to get away
From this position you are in
For the person whose body they are in
Have only evil intentions
Praying that you find a way
Searching frantically for your escape
Thinking it's now or never
As the time on the clock ticks away
Go now, those eyes are resting
They have finally went to sleep
Run as fast as you can
But remember don't make a peep
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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