The Big Bad WolfA Poem by JanuaryDreamer♥Lurking within the shadows of my very soul his eyes burning red like embers in a flame. He stalks me all throughout the dark night waiting for me to give in and play his little game.
The way he looks at me from within those shadows haunts me and shakes me to the inner core of my being his existance scares me to the point I want to close my eyes allowing myself to be consumed by the darkness I havent yet seen.
The big bad wolf has his own disguise this time around it's not little old granny laying up all comfy in her bed. He's got himself an invisible cloak, masking himself in my sorrows his eyes burn in the back of my mind, screwing with my head.
Lurking within the shadows of my very soul the big bad wolf stirs me from my dreams. He is there in every damn moment I am alive I am just another one of his victims it seems.
The way he looks at me from within those shadows petrifies me to the point of absolutely no return I want to give up so bad and just drop dead right here I want to close my eyes and stop thinking about how his eyes burn.
The very thought of him getting me tonight puts me at ease and at the same time gets me thinking of everything that was before. It all comes back to haunt me and he knows just how to stir up my emotions I'll be sitting here waiting for the big bad wolf to come knocking at my door. © 2011 JanuaryDreamer♥Author's Note
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