Terror
From the shadows rising fear
Hands, nails sharp and clear
Spider spindles above as fingers
Death has come just to linger
Gnashing teeth it is the bearer
It watches as I fill with terror
Shadow movements on the wall
Turn to face the worst of all
Now the tears begin to flow
Looking down to hell below
I see my fate burning bright
As the sun in dead of night
Falling fast the heat is scorching
In my nostrils lava pouring
Scream and scream and scream I might
In my bed I wake this night
Copyright © Jeff Collins | Year Posted 2017
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