Someone's watching
I can feel it
Someone's snooping
I can hear it
Someone's listening
I can see it
Eyes black as night
Shows no emotion
Skin a pale ivory
Never seen the sun
Scars upon his face
He's been tortured
His body is still
He's not breathing
Who does he want
Why am I going to him
Where is he taking me
When's he going to kill.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
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