The Operator

A small horror poem/story I've written.

And the nightmare begins

as comfort sinks in.

You will always be mine

there's no escaping these ties....

The sickness is getting worse,

drowning in fear of the worse.

Paranoia, my lastest curse

enloped in darkness, here's the hearse.

I feel him everywhere

I see him when he's not there

enloped within the trees

I feel the eyes all over me

A dystopia prayed on thee

I can't escape he's always watching me

the sickness is getting worse

breaking in fear of the worse

insomia, my latest curse

he's always there, by the hearse 

i feel him everywhere

seeping through my skin

his arms are everywhere

surrounding and caving in....

a dystopia prayed on thee

i can't escape 

he's always watching me