Shadow Of Nightfall

• Posted by: Izac Smith
• Created: January 8, 2016
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Nightfall, my body numbs,
Nightfall, he always comes.
An inspiration of fear and death.
A twisted, sick test?
As i sleep, i awaken,
But my breath has been taken.
He approaches, nowhere to hide;
If only i could scream or cry.
Holding me down, as if in chains,
I look up and meet his empty gaze.
He whispers in my ear;
Something i battle to hear,
But it is always the same.
Whispers of death, and my name.

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