He's watching me
I can feel him
What does he want from me
My blood, my soul
What evil lies behind
His stark stare
He haunts my dreams
As a demon of the night
He's watching me
I can feel him
I can almost hear
His heart beating
Eyes as cold as ice
Yet they burn me
As the fires of hell
He's watching me....
This is chilling, and Linda, Like I told Chad, the naysayers are just jealous. You two keep writing and you keep helping anyone you choose to help. Some people are just jerks!
Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on March 25, 2003
I live with a mental illness which makes true the statement: I know exactly what you mean. This hits close to home and I think identification is very important. Thank you.
Dear linda...I agree with Bill here...excellent write...BHUWAN
Reviewed by William M. Sowman
Reviewed on March 25, 2003
Such a beautiful deep dark write. You are becoming so good at what you do. You are so talented. You go from compassionate, to erotic beyond description and then you rival the darkest poet at AD. You are wonderful and your talent shows. What a fantastic imagination! Only a combination of guilt and desire could produce this greatness. God bless you always Angel of AD. Angel of Light.
Adam
tony
~E
Jack
If people can not understand a helping hand when it is extended to another, it is a shame.
You are doing fine helping Chad and don't let anything anyone telling you worry you.
Love from India - Joel -