As the doors creak, and the night turns to bleak, a sound is heard from afar down the hall, you see someone begin to crawl, in a puddle of blood, and then you hear a thud.
Your nightmare begins to starts, there's nowhere you can run, you're left dead, you pray for the sun, as the blood begins to spread.
Visions appear, a monster stands over you, as you shiver in fear, and begin to scream, the blood flows out of you like a stream, you feel you're in a dream, the moon turns yellow, as you hear a scream echo.
A girl in a bloody gown, looks at you, without making a sound, as the air turns blue, you see yellow eyes, as life around you dies, as a wolf lingers close by, you say goodnight to the bloody sky.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
