He threatens me tonight
I can feel him coming
Grasping at my lungs
My fingers start drumming
He’s pushing on my heart
Working and working
To give it a jump start
The panic is lurking
I feel his black spirit
Encompassing my mind
His voice chanting, I hear it
I tell myself I’m fine
But he’s so very charming
And his hands so very strong
There’s nothing that can harm me
But he starts to sing his song
As his long fingers grip my throat
And his lips reach my ear
He sings the first note
And collects the first tear
Tonight I’ve lost the battle
I can’t fight it anymore
As he makes my body rattle
I whisper, “I shall win the war”
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Author:
SheWasTheSun (
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Comments1
Friend,
What you might have missed about me is that I don't make KIND remarks.I make HONEST remarks.
So I like this one here,but I think you should change the lines 1 with 4:
"But he starts to sing his song
As his long fingers grip my throat
And his lips reach my ear
He sings the first note"
Keep writing...
I absolutely appreciate the honesty. But I'm not quite clear on which lines you think I should change, could you explain further?
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