It’s dark out

Walking home at night

Shadows are lurking about

Waiting to be known

Trees swaying in the wind

Clouds in the sky

Thoughts clouding my mind

A gut feeling is coming on

A thought from the days trouble

A thought that came with

Death

Murder

Hope

War

I feel im being watched as those thoughts

Come on

I stop waiting

But I hear the wind

But then I hear the steps

The blade being pulled

My last breath