I feel...As if something,
Something,
Is going to happen
Not good
But bad...
I hear the deathly hush
And hide
I go to my room
Lock the door
And sit on my bed...
What's this?
I hear something,
Something,
My name!
Someone lies
In the shadows
Of my room
Calling my name
'Tamara, Tamara'
It whispers...
I close my eyes
Hoping its a dream.
All is quiet...
Has this sinister creature left?
I open my eyes
To see a blood stained angel
Looking at me...
But...Wait
She looks like me!
It is me!
Is this my fate?
Shall I die...alone?
With cuts on my wrists?
And...young?
No...I won't

I already am...

Tamara Moir

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-stained-angel/