Hands open for a sinister embrace.
I find myself enthralled,
Despite the terror thrashing my heart with every pulse.
It seems almost hypnotizing, the way its lip curls.
When will I find the want to run?
My eyes lock with sly, cunning pupils of the cruelest nature.
Still, a subtle aura of humor emanates.
It enjoys this twisted game.
My mouth gapes in a scream.
It slowly hovers forward, taking speed.
How will I explain my death? Will people cry,
Or laugh at the sheer insanity of my passing?
These thoughts fly through my head
It flies through the air.
Farewell,
Dear ZD.