Chill

I've got a chill down my spine And a feeling that isn't mine

Intruder

Darkness falling Glass breaks

Bones creak and break And life wears away

Horror runs through my veins And dries the tears on my cheeks

Without much feeling, without much feeling, he wondered why.

Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat

Creativity kills me As my muse expires

The wind picks up Slanting the rain

This house is haunted By the memories of us

I stood aflame In a fiery ruby-red