The smell of fear hangs heavy in the air tonight.
The madness awakened with the moon and runs unchecked into the night,
The monster is looking for flesh on which to feed.
It is you he wants,
No one else will satisfy his insatiable hunger for possession.
The hours crawl by filled with impending doom,
The monster will not rest until he holds your soul in the palm of his hand.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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