Thunder down the hallway,
Ain't no use in running when the footsteps on the floors,
Funny how the light flickers as I wish he'd hit me watch my nose as it pours,
His footsteps echo and I feel myself, not matter where I cower, in his way,
My hollowed breaths sting the dark,
As I dare not flutter them close just to find myself in even murkier Grey's,
I'll deny it but I'm still stuck inside my head,
I hear them still stalking in the hallway.
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
