I feel...As if something, <br />Something, <br />Is going to happen <br />Not good <br />But bad... <br />I hear the deathly hush <br />And hide <br />I go to my room <br />Lock the door <br />And sit on my bed... <br />What's this? <br />I hear something, <br />Something, <br />My name! <br />Someone lies <br />In the shadows <br />Of my room <br />Calling my name <br />'Tamara, Tamara' <br />It whispers... <br />I close my eyes <br />Hoping its a dream. <br />All is quiet... <br />Has this sinister creature left? <br />I open my eyes <br />To see a blood stained angel <br />Looking at me... <br />But...Wait <br />She looks like me! <br />It is me! <br />Is this my fate? <br />Shall I die...alone? <br />With cuts on my wrists? <br />And...young? <br />No...I won't <br /> <br />I already am...<br /><br />Tamara Moir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-stained-angel/
