The eerie glow
leaking beneath my bedroon door.
The murderous screams
talking insanity
and Charles Manson eyes;
charlie...
The wideness of fear
the decrepit afterlude of love,
falling
breaking;
spinning away like an underground of winter.
Bloody...
the forgotten child
locked away
fed numbness and pills of false cures.
The forgotten child,
stolen of innocence and playful youthfulness...
She plays with her toys,
their 'Charlie' eyes gleaming with macabre intention;
and in their pockets lay the waiting blade of death
masked beneath the cuddly layer.
And they creep out the door
trailing the eerie afterlight,
they creep to the wounded hell realms of tomorrow;
and this is where I go.
This is where my footsteps run,
where my voice screams for help
and my body shudders with desperation and fear...
Please don't kill me...
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on MY NIGHTMARE