WATCHING
Are you watching?Are they watching?
Am i?
Eerily you feel the gaze of an eye,
Glinting like a proud dagger,
Prominently kept in it's stash,
Easily following each hasty step,
Threading through the crowd,
This way and that,
Met with a feeling of comfort,
That's foolish and shalln't last,
Spinning around,
Directly on the heel,
Pausing amid the unfathomable madness,
To grab your head and shriek a deal.
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