Tear drops falling
darkness engulfing
fog hidinh everything
blood dripping from
open wounds inflicted
by the dark figures
the hooded figures
the people that haunt
and taunt me
They take a knife
to my heart, plunge
it in as deep as
it will go.
Blood does not
flow.
They have stabbed
an already dead
person.
The real one
lurks in the
shadows, never to
be seen or heard.
Fear has taught
her that. Pain
has been inflicted.
Death took over.

                                                                                Written 1998