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The Touch Of Fear Have you ever felt the touch of fear On nights so all alone Sitting tensely in a spot Waiting for some ghastly moan To occur but silence coats the room You feel like something's waiting Just waiting in the gloom As I was walking down a street Through the broken slums To get somewhere a bit faster I began to hear some ugly hums Coming from a crumbled home Beat down by time's fist Where something horrific roams I didn't want to venture there But the sounds drew me in Where I saw something so evil Seeing it must be a sin Its face was a jumble of freakish teeth With a black tongue that slivered Over two blank white eyes beneath Then shrieks escaped its repulsive maw That sounded like some unholy music score Of tortured screams of people That it had eaten before Then the white eyes became alive And somehow forced me to stare At them, which made my stomach dive In those eyes I saw unbearable things Of men being ripped apart Of drinking of blood and eating of gore And that was just the start Then I was thrown into its jaws By some unknown force That felt like gnarled claws After much pain and ripping sounds I was cast into the cold Where I live breathing my last A lone and forgotten mold I think I know what gave me fright What killed and tortured I I think that fear itself murdered me tonight Now on nights all so alone Void of anybody but you You hear a sound and become afraid Don't deny it, it could be true It could be fear lurking around Waiting for you to dismiss it So it then can pounce without a sound. - Roger Bergeron. |
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