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
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Published Date
6/4/2007 12:00:00 AM
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