Who is It?

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Under my mattress I wait, the sounds of the footsteps draws closer

The Stairs creak and groan, the moan makes itself known

Its feet shuffle as it draws near, I hold my gewehr at the ready

My friends are dead and I am the only one that is left

Gasps for air come from its mouth as it breaths

Now it is front of me; I can see its feet

Is it human? Is it beast? Or is it even the Devil?

It does not matter, it wants to kill me

Past the bed it goes, towards the bathroom and the sounds of water dripping

I take my chance, aim, and I fire

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Posted by C.R. Vard 01-14-2008 14:18,   good poem good representation of the fog of war   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...   Posted by Dirkin 01-21-2008 03:58,   ... Very vivid scene and very tense   » Report this comment to administrator » Reply to this comment...

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