Only light of eyes in the darkness,
staring me down, staring me down.
A thousand sharp-toothed creatures,
circling round, circling round.
Those inhuman beasts are coming,
I hear the sound, hear the sound.
Thought I was safe, my last mistake,
now me they've found, me they've found.
A helpless prey I'll not be
I cry aloud, I cry aloud.
"Come on you bastards - come and get me!"
waiting their sounds, waiting their sounds.
A last embrace, the kiss of death, I feel it wrap around.
I scream, I shout, I kick, I punch. And then fall to the ground.
Is this what will become of me? Blood patterns splatter round.
Limbs dismembered, the beasts howl; I scream a silent sound.
I'm screaming as bells fill my head,
ringing loud, they ring loud.
terror replaced by my morning clocks'
Alarming sounds, alarming sound.
tylluanpenry
Good poem, I liked it. Good luck!