Nothing at all

I feel nothing

Nothing I can call

Making shapes in the sky

Felling yourself fall

Sharing your heart
Only for it to be told to all

Being attacked from all sides

Feeling as if you're in the Dark

Not caring if you die

Being naked with fear

Watching your dreams die

Stains on your heart

Flying above it all

Shadows plotting your death

Large grins smileing bright

With a knife behind thier backs

The shadows come for you (please stop)

Shadows come closer (stop it!)

Shadows almost there (please stop!)

Better run, they'll be here soon (stop! stop! stop! please stop!)

Running after you, closing in (stop)

Biting your heels as you flee (please...)

Grasping you, picking you up (STOP!)

Engulfing you into it's blackness (oh dear God please make it stop...)

You can't escape, it's all around you

Wherever you go, it'll be there

Wherever you hide, it'll know

We can't run, it knows

A meaningless poem, maybe just rambleings

A wortheless desplay of one buy's insanity? ...perhaps

But it's never ending, noting can stop it

Not you, nor I..........