I feel followed....
What is this odd sensation that is prickling down my back like the cold ice of winter?
I feel hot eyes glaring in the back of my head.
I can scream but there is nobody here, or is there? I don`t know...
What has happend? Why me? What Happend?
I fell and am covered in a sticky substance? It is red, and dripping down the walls.
I can hear screams from in the attic, and then I hear a splat...
What the hell...
I feel on edge, and can hear creepy music that sounds like a heartbeat, that is slowly dieing away...
I am stuck. Stuck here to die. Something is slaughtering things in this house.
'Ba-bump-ba-bump' What is that noise? is it all the people slowly dieing at the same time?
This is ******** up, What the hell is up with this place? Why am I here?
I hear butterfly wings from far away, I feel disturbed. I can`t even speak anymore and my brain is full of unspeakable thoughts. But a card just slid under the door.
'I love you the most,' There was a key. 'enjoy'
Should I open that door? Or should I stay here to go crazy and starve?
I open the door, and fell to the floor,
All I know...
is my life is no more.
- Title: .::Disturbed::.
- Artist: RinaOfTheDead
COMMENT!Okay so Hi, My name is Sabrina.... I`ve have written about four poems and have gotten one fan -rolls eyes- I must feel very loved.
(Oh yes so very loved....)
So I need comments...
And I`m giving away meh poetry!
If you want one askith meh!
- Date: 10/20/2008
- Tags: followed
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