Chased To The Grave

I was bored one lunch time...

Darkness falls,
All light swept away.

The signal;
The end of the waiting.

The silence hovers,
But a figure appears,
From beyond the grave.

It moves, slowly,
Creeping towards me.

I step backwards,
As it moves closer.
I step backwards,
As it gets closer.

I move, back;
Further and further,
Until…

Over the edge I fall,
Down,
Down I plunge to my death.