Low; Blood by Justine Binx

Low

She pulled back the blinds,

Looked to the street below.

He was there, staring up,

She ducked and stayed low.

He was in the same place,

That he haunted every night.

Staring at her window,

As if hypnotized by the light.

She just did not understand,

Why was he here again?

Her skin crawled, hairs raised.

This was not pretend.

Every night he watched,

As she cowered in her room.

Hiding from his gaze,

And the impending sense of doom.

Blood

In your eyes,

That abyss.

Sell my soul,

For your kiss.

Surrender now,

All you have.

The longing starts,

To drive you mad.

Shake me down,

Drink me deep.

In your gaze,

I am complete.