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It's the beat that you hear and feel, and it lives in your chest, as you run it goes thumping like a steady drum, never ceasing or never slowing down. A beating heart, speeding, and you're pushing at the maximum power to stay away from what's chasing you. Turning your head to see if it's still there, never stopping, for any second it will be right behind you, nipping at your heels. Not seeing it from behind you, you keep on going knowing damn well that it's still there, and you never allow your perceptions to deceive you, for the stakes are too high and your chips are way too low. Seething from its hideous grieving lust---it hunts you down, tracking everything that you do, and no matter what you do, it somehow, always, knows where you are and what you are doing. Not knowing whether this heinous, terrorizing escapade will ever stop, the mere thought of it brings shivers of paralysis down your spine, and into your legs, and once the paralysis hits your legs, you're bait.2
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Creepyness! You use powerful adjectives, and your descriptive abilities are great! I suck at stuff like that, and especially dark poems. Great writing, and I'm on to the next!
♥ Jen
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