Unexisting communication
between the walls
I cannot understand
the wailing, howling calls
disguised by meandering shadows
lurking through dark halls
the scene
a horror flick
just before the victim falls
his every move more repulsing
than any graphic gore
as you quiver, I sense panic
a strong pulse amid decaying veins
come closer – I can see your eyes
tear streaked, blood-stained orbs
of yours
approaching.
I catch a glimpse of my reflection
through your dark stare.
I can see that it is me.
I am bleeding.
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