Your Memory

Blooded walls
Clouded halls.
Everywhere you turn
Somebody calls
Into the night
Not a creature in sight.
But with a fright
A hand so cold
You feel it there
And yet you feel bare.
Everything is cold
You wish you were bold
Bold enough to stop it
But you were too late.
And now you are gone.
Your memory must not
Live on and on

Author's Note

What do you guys think

Reviews

[Jesse]

Thrilling, dramatic for sure. A good write.