They are here to call me
The ghosts in my closet
They are here to hold me
Close to the darkness
They are here to whisper
What's inside the closet
They are here to bring fear
The curse of the amulet
Dead bodies buried deep
The rain was pouring hard
The closet of silent weeps
A secret no one should find out
Mellow music is playing
From an ancient music box
They are here creeping
Don't ever look back
BINABASA MO ANG
Drafts of the Soul
PoetryCollection of poems you might like. Please don't copy or steal my works. Plagiarism is a crime!
