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Alone It Prefers

Poetry By: deminiles
Horror


It can be scary, but it can survive without a breath of oxygen without a life.


Submitted:Aug 8, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


Alone it sits, alone it prefers,
but yet you don't leave it alone,
you speak the heat, it causes you to shutter, your gunna regret
messing with this one, it's not a runner
It doesn't speak but it jumps at words
it looks at you as if you have swords and are
swerving to kill, it jumps and you run to hide,
a sight you can never forget a sight you fear
and can't define

As much as you try to please, it looks at you as
a toy and your just a tease, it wants your bones, skin and blood
by you look around and your trying to swim and in peoples blood,
that's flooded the world, it's an ocean that's a tornado swirl ,
you look around and all you see is bodies, that make you
want to hurl

But it doesn't care, it doesn't even know how to swear,
but its breath of a thousand's suns, spin around and make you
unaware, but then your face to face with it, trying not to stare
your hairs sticking up on the back of your neck,
you turn behind yourself just to make a quick, check!
you take a deep breath, and it's got you on his stat





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