Bite me And leave me To bleed out
Departed
Owl screech Hides the scream
Ghost in the Crowd
I could swear I saw you Yesterday in a crowd But you were gone
Chase
Run, run, run Faster Get away
Eerie Night
A scream cuts out The silence stands witness
Cat and Mouse
She ran as fast as she could And as far as possible But it was pointless
Grave Dirt
His breath smelled of decay Halfway rotting as he stumbled forward Still covered in dirt
Knife in Hand
Distorted images flash by in an instance Reforming in startling clarity With her body still warm at my feet
Underground
I wake to the pounding Of the hammer As you nail
Poisonous
Everything dies With enough arsenic
Fragment of a Figment 