Hold myself tide
In constant fear
Reach what I can’t touch
Feel what I can’t see
Beneath my sudden panic
I hear a voice out of nowhere
“Come…come closer dear”
Sending coldness to my wrecking soul
“Follow me and let the darkness whispers into your lost spirit”
No longer the hunter, but the haunted
I’m afraid….afraid of the unknown
(By: Indira, July 28th 2008 )
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