16 November 2012
Home,
I am alone,
It is late,
And I'm someones bate.
Too scared to make a sound,
So there's no clue for that hound,
That's here looking for me,
The noise of a turning key,
Makes me scream in horror,
When I realised he's opened my door,
His beastly greenish eye looking into mine,
As he opens his jaw it sends shivers through my spine.
Night Of Hounds • Opuss № I