Razor blades sitting out on the bath room
sink laying wide open for any one to pick up ,
A dark shadowly dark figure enters the bathroom
thru the opening of a 1st floor window as
I continue to brush my hair in the mirror
as the shadowy dark figure creeps nearer ,
I feel the cold blades of steel bracing
up agaisnt the back of my neck as a few drops
of blood start to drip down to the sides of my chest
I had given him my best, but never the less for
i was totally uneasy & steadly crying that night
as the shadowy dark figure disappears into the distance
I was steady shaking, surprised, and shocked to still
be alive living in fear hoping that he wont ever come back .
* Written By GT , June 13, 2005 , 4:00 AM .
* I am open for suggestions to make this piece better *
yes this piece needs some work , email me if u have any ideas
the story line is decent, but not in poem form. if so, you need to work on the rhythm and timing. just a thought.
MR