Post by lanaia74 on Jan 16, 2007 12:52:41 GMT -5
As I walk across the old Victorian bridge, the air seems to emit some kind of evil
I hate to be out this late at night all alone
My mind tends to play tricks on me with things I do not wish to deal
I try and walk faster on the bridge all made of stone.
I hear the clock in the old tower as it chimes midnight
The witching hour, when things of the supernatural are supposed to happen
This sends a chill up my spine, so I step to rest under a street light
But like you, I was raised to believe things of this origin just don't happen.
It is so foggy, even with the street light I can't see very far in front of me
This just makes my imagination run more wild and rampant
I am afraid, so I look around, everything so far as I can see is as normal as can be
But I swear I can hear something as it breathes and pants.
What I hear? I am not sure, but I feel a great feeling of fear
The sounds I hear make me very aware of my surroundings
I see something coming toward me, what this is on this I am not clear
It seems to be of human form, but I can't move, frozen with fear I won't be fleeing.
As it moves closer, the figure is all adorn in black
You are very near now, but I never see your face
You say nothing as you seem to glide toward me, then you grab me around my throat, your hands very much in tact
As you cut off my air, why I don't know, but as you cut off my air, I know you don't listen to any of my pleas.
I hate to be out this late at night all alone
My mind tends to play tricks on me with things I do not wish to deal
I try and walk faster on the bridge all made of stone.
I hear the clock in the old tower as it chimes midnight
The witching hour, when things of the supernatural are supposed to happen
This sends a chill up my spine, so I step to rest under a street light
But like you, I was raised to believe things of this origin just don't happen.
It is so foggy, even with the street light I can't see very far in front of me
This just makes my imagination run more wild and rampant
I am afraid, so I look around, everything so far as I can see is as normal as can be
But I swear I can hear something as it breathes and pants.
What I hear? I am not sure, but I feel a great feeling of fear
The sounds I hear make me very aware of my surroundings
I see something coming toward me, what this is on this I am not clear
It seems to be of human form, but I can't move, frozen with fear I won't be fleeing.
As it moves closer, the figure is all adorn in black
You are very near now, but I never see your face
You say nothing as you seem to glide toward me, then you grab me around my throat, your hands very much in tact
As you cut off my air, why I don't know, but as you cut off my air, I know you don't listen to any of my pleas.