Fear Followed By Death

As I lay here waiting for sleep to take me I hear a sound
The sound of glass shattering, confused am I
Struck with fear of dying I begin crying
Then I see a dark figure standing in my room
He is carrying a scythe in his left hand
A evil and disturbing grin on his twisted face
I begin to scream as he begins to come toward me
Then everything goes black
and dead am I

by Suzaku Vaneko

Comments (2)

seriously...this poem scared me to death too...: P
i like this poem although i have different thoughts as to wat would happen at the time of ones death