The sun has crept away,
No more to show it's brilliant visage
Till all that's left is night.
Faster,Faster my heart pounds in my chest,
It's only hope is that day comes swift
What is horror,
Can a man say.
Is it the fear of something he's done?
Is it the fear of what may grasp him?
Or is it the fear of being alone?
Alone,alone..He saw his time draw near
The Clock laughing in his face
Eagerly his own self became displaced
In turmoil was he,
Wandering the time.
Had the Grim Reaper come to collect his due?
Or had it all been in his mind?
As the clock struck 5:00
The time was done..
Only Dawn shone through,
The clock dis-made for the could stand
And was alive and well.
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My Poems
My poems or short stories, will be different than any other. Maybe more horror, I don't know, what do you think? Comment. Don't Steal. Don't Copy.
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