In the Shadows



There are things that shudder in this darkness. Things with barely opened golden glinting eyes. Things that wait. that bide there time until you turn your eyes away no longer vigilant.

There are voices that whisper. Here in this darkness. Here in this bed I made many solar eclipses ago. Something that stirs deep within. Warring amongst itself.

Something that bites and forces me to bleed singular drops of blood, one tiltilating moment at a time.....

2005-03-08 10:06 a.m.