the quiet waters
looming trees
each as if to reach out to you
the night rolls in
to scared to move
you scream
no one can hear you
the screams conintue
still no hope
then
a snap of a branch
you are now under it
your lungs are filling
but with what you ask yourself
water
it rushs in
your lungs on fire
every breath cames more water
you pass out
you open your eyes and see what surrounds you
water
taking a gasp
its not water in your lungs
its air
freash air
the water had claimed another
to bad it had to be you
but then again
it does what it is told
after all someone had to tell it to kill
i mind as well tell you who
it listens to me
so you are my prey of the night twisted
