16 January 2013
Death is my stalker, keeping me at bay,
At my side, night and day.
Constantly around me, by my side, in my bed,
Always there when I rest my head.
Chains around his waist, his red eyes covered by hood,
Hoping and craving for my red, delicious blood.
A black cloak draped over body, pale skin underneath,
Pain circling my head, like a mid winters wreath.
Death • Opuss № I