I could see his eyes,
So dark and lonely.
A phantom figure,
Just staring blankly at me.
I will not run,
I will stay still.
Until he comes to me,
Which I bet he will.
He is just a phantom figure,
Staring blankly back at me.
Those eyes stared at me,
Dark and silent.
I was frightened,
He was thinking.
I wonder what about.
But that was when i thought to hard,
I never thought he'd knock me clean out.
