Thursday, March 05, 2015

Terrors

It creeps up on me
Like a silent thief
Come to steal my joy

It creeps up on me
Like the bitter winter air
I'm too numb to move

It creeps up on me
Like a spider in the shadows
I'm infected by its venom

It creeps up on me
Like the ticking second hand
I watch, for I cannot outrun

It creeps up on me
Nowhere to go, or hide
Nothing to do, but fight

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