Stalker

You can call me an angst ridden teenager but I don't care. I was full of the darkness way back in the day. Not to worry though, I am bright and cheerful so this was just a phase. I'll look for my old poems soon! Knock yourself out and read Stalker.

The pain inside

Gnawing at me

Emptiness

The confusion

Mocking at me

Sadness

These feelings

All on the brink

Darkness is prowling

Stalking

Playing with my mind

Uncertainty

The glinting silver knife

Stabbing me from behind

No defense

No salvation from anyone

All are prowling

All are crawling

All are stalking

Playing with my mind.

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