Silence,
Nothing but.
Darkness,
Along with creepy thoughts
Shadows, creeping in the dim light.
Then you see it.
The abnormal one
Going against twilight laws.
Coming closer
To me
What do I see?
What can it be?
Closer, closer
Can it be...
The one?
Is it my time to leave?
Clearer...
Closer...
Then I know
As it contorts the window
I'm to be dead
When it crosses the thread
So I give in
Unlikely able to hide
Sooner than later
I shall be dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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