I lurk around every corner
Watching every move you make
Watching you not knowing
Something is out there moving swiftly among the shadows
Planning my next move
As I watch you pray tonight is not your last
But for me this will be a blast
Knowing tonight is the last that you’re breathing
Or says my knife
As they bury you six feet under
In a coffin and tears
I will always lurk
Waiting for two three and four
What a wow piece. My gosh I think in my opinion you are the best dark writer here. Wow I can't wait to read more. Chilling! ! ! 10 from me. I can't believe this is your first piece.
the Saint is right.... this is a nice 'dark' poem.you did a great job for your first one. that is wat the poor man meant he doesnt know how to talk sometimes that is why he has me to help him in times of need...lol. I really enjoyed seeing u write it. good job. Becca
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I prefer the night and shining armor poem better but I loved the line ' buried six feet under in a coffin and tears' I may have gotten that sentence wrong but yeah you get the point nice job