AmyofLove

She Waits For Me: Her touch is mercilessly chilling When she appears inside my room I can hear her gibbering softly As she mutters words of doom The lady pushing the brink of delusion I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity! I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces To preserve some sense of humanity Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion... Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see She comes to me in depths of the night Because she knows I cannot flee Do you know the feeling of waking up With her grinning face before me? Rotting teeth and swollen flesh; It would be better not to see! But tonight I shall end t