Sinister Countdown- At The End
I sit beneath a moon too full, With though that chew upon my conscious. The darkness scuffles with rat claws, Scuttling along these images unbidden. I lay upon a bed once comfortable, Paralyzed by the shinning face beyond a window. Watching as a faceless form presses in, Through curtains so thin. Voices whisper in the … More Sinister Countdown- At The End