-The pain in which they thrive
It splatters on the floor
They devour you alive
As shadows close the door
They have no backs to hold them up
But eyes as dark as night
So take the fear to fill their cups
And let there be some fright
Take a crane and stick it through their head
As you cry you hear them scream
Their wishing it was someone else instead
They are the innocent it may seem
Their eyes one dark, hollow shell
Are filled with fear, fear they bring
How could they not even tell?
Of the screams that cry a deafening ring
The clock, it slowly turns
As the night time loudly sang
They will hope, they will yearn
Just like I did, it said and rang.
would you buy a book with this type of writting in it?Is the entire book like this? You are right, this is dark. I cannot grasp the image that you are trying to portray, but some of the images, while gross, are interesting. I like the line " so take the fear to fill their cups/ and let there be some fright" and then the lines "how could they not even tell?" I think that there are good lines but that together they don't make much sense.
I think its amazing. I love poems like this so I would definitely buy a book with these types of poems. You are a very talented poet, great job!
I would buy a book of good horror poems. But they are hard to come by..
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