Shadow

The shadows watch me play.
On this very day.
For when they die.
My skin will fry.
Beyond the realms which hold me back.
The shadows stay on the attack.
So, I watch my back.
Breaking a sweat, crafting a pick.
Getting a little sick.
Bodies will rot today.
It is what the shadows say.
Do not look in the fog.
Do not look in the bog.
Keep them away.
You shall pay.
A bloody pile of bones.
The sound of moans.
Something is not right.
It may be tonight.
It has made us think.
What is the link?
Between fact and fiction.
Something causing friction.
Using the shadows to play.
Watch, for where I lay.
Something tells me.
I am going to pay a fee.
The demons will rise.
From a vat of lies.
A almost shrill scream.
Echoes out my screen.
Like I should know.
Wherever the wind will blow.
There is someone here.
Drenched in fear.
It could be me.
I do not see.
The fear has took me down.
Tossed me around.
There are moans.
I can hear groans.
So, do not what I do.
Do not look behind you...
Category:Poems
Category:Creepypasta