Pulled from reality
Chills go down your spine
The feeling of sinking
You're racing against time
Its waiting there
But invisible from site
You're mind and heart agree
Something isnt right
What is lurking around the corner
A shadow of a hand lingers
When you're far away
But still tied in its untouchable fingers
Who is behind the mask
Where does it hide when I look
I feel like its following me
But what has it took
Good deeds dont hide in shadows
Or thoughts behind screens
Its trying to distract me
By any means
Its not of normal orgin
Theirs something hiding in plain site
A blue screen, a masked man
A real life fright night
- Author: Thesunseeker ( Offline)
- Published: August 26th, 2020 16:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 50
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