Stalkers Ahead

Those eyes are staring at meWith a gun in handsEndeavours to disappearShunned away as much as I couldListening to those footstepsEavesdropping those random talksStaying quiet for hours in the garageShivering from tip to toePerplexed was meTrying to cover up my face The clock ticking twelveHeard them counting numbersAt the same time, without thinkingWe  planned to elopeAmbled fastly as much as possibleAfter long hours of wanderingreached a lonely road . Continue reading Stalkers Ahead