Something wicked this way comes
and like the beating of a drum
my heart rate skips off at a pace
because I know I've seen that face
its evil eyes stare straight through me
as I shake uncontrollably
perhaps if I dial 999
the cops will get here just in time
break down the door and save my bacon
unless of course I am mistaken
look again on close inspection
silly me it's my reflection.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 10:29am on Nov 05, 2024 via server WEBX1.