The eye of the killer

What is fear?

Is fear being upon death’s bed?

Or is it seeing something, you never thought you would?

 

On this night,

She lay on a bad

Made of broken glass-

Adorned with chains

To keep her there.

 

Fear isn’t what he will do,

It is the flicker of anger-

Held deep in his eyes.

 

On this night,

She did not know it-

Though she had a feeling-

She lay on her deathbed…

She didn’t escape…

 

Fear is the unknown.

 

He forced her last breath,

Out of her body

Then took her life,

Before she could draw

Another breath-

To warm her soul.

 

Fear is the truth

He held behind

Those golden green eyes.