Thursday, December 12, 2013

Macabre Joys

As I lie in wait
The path that you take
Seems to be the logical choice.

You strut and you stroll
Down a path you should know
Gives no echo to a quivering voice.

My eyes watch you slow
The press of danger starts to grow
And you begin to question all noise.

My heart beating madly
Tension pushing me gladly
As I begin the night’s macabre joys.

Emelyn St. James ©

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