All I see are visuals,
highlighting the dark secrets
that I buried late night,
the creepy weather almost caught me up,
my eyes feared to look around.
A chill climbing my spine suddenly stopped in between,
Moon at once itself behind the clouds,
murmuring, that the cite isn't a bit fancy!
The clear sky rekubed the latter.
Should I look around?
If someone's nose is supposedly poked in my dead game.
My soul soon pinched its support,
assuring myself every time that
everything would be fine.
Finely picking up secrets;
that hung heavy on my head
and I then buried them with all my wit!
And left them Undisturbed.
Silence abruptly followed my disappearing footsteps.