Exposed
He looks at me 
I spin out of control
He must be crazy
The killer next door.
Provoking my fears
In to my room he creeps
His retinas now pierce
As he watches me sleep.
He twists my mind
I'm a slave to his flesh
He makes me believe
Our souls will mesh.
In my broken dreams
His face is exposed
As I rip off his mask
My blood runs cold.

©Jaydean Wszolek 2007


Comments:
 
sagitta   sagitta wrote
on 8/26/2011 2:08:35 PM
Short... swift and yest intense....

Writer_Girl1234   Writer_Girl1234 wrote
on 8/14/2011 7:19:40 PM
this is intense-i like it!

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 6/5/2009 12:55:06 AM
This is one that could be the start of something longer, or you could even turn it into a short story of suspense. Hmmm. . . there's an idea!

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