Dark deep night
silent in fright.
Almost death lurking at the door.
A sound asks for permission to disturb me.
Voices dipped in sweet shrill.
Begging me for help, to let
him pass through the gates of death.
Made slow movements
as if it were my last.
Enjoyed the fear like a fag.
Adrenaline rushing through my veins I wonder.
What could be the circumstances it can cost me...
My palms are sweating,
searching for...