Everyone knows it there <br />it lurcks in every conor <br />at times it is invisible <br />some people are scared of it. <br /> <br />most of the time you <br />stare at it in the face <br />and never know it <br />day in day out <br />it watches you <br />waiting for the right time <br /> <br />the right time to take you <br />take you, make you its next victom <br />when it wants you <br />for its next victom <br />there will be no sign, no pain <br /> <br />just one swift move <br />and it is all over.<br /><br />veronica jewell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-creepy/
