look real hard, see
them overhead
they look
emancipated, dead
like creatures from
stories I read
their eyes glow
red, their eyes glow red
their eyes scared
me out of my head
gave me a chill
that quickly spread
don't fear eyes
beware teeth instead
I heard it said, I
heard it said
its been said a man
they once shred
as if he was a
piece of bread
in the end each one
gets behead
lightly I tread,
lightly I tread
suddenly engulfed
with a dread
If I could of I
would of fled
my feet were
heavier then lead
a tear I shed, a
tear I shed
childhood fears
that have been embed
looking at my wrist
as they bled
Fate gets ready to
cut my thread
I woke in bed, I
woke in bed
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© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
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