Piercing silenceA Poem by SilentScreamingDark branches in the moonlight A silhouette against the horizon Silence and the sound of faint scratching, gaining I sit, trans-like, wrapping my arms around my knees I know it's coming, I can feel it's presence swarming me. The feeling of sharp nails, scraping down my back - like knives penatrating my flesh The red liquid flashes in the moonlight I keep my eyes squeezed shut, my lips pressed closed, my body rocks to the sound of the footsteps, gaining on my vulnerable presence Without warning the scraping, the footsteps, they silence I pry my eyes open, hoping the worst is over, the torture vanquished Instead, my eyes fall apon the glowing red ones of the haunting beast And then there is nothing but blackness and the piercing screech that echos through my ears. © 2011 SilentScreamingAuthor's Note
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