23 July 2012
Your walking alone,
No-one to hear
The cry you screech,
Dont worry,
There are a lot if villians out there
Murderers.
It is dark,
Your looking around I see,
Grabs a handle, me,
The other end can spill blood,
I reach out,
I touch you,
Piercing through skin...
Feel • Opuss № I