everything is going red,
everything is going red,
have you looked above your closet,
or maybe peeked under your bed?
the winds are howling,
the winds are howling,
there's something lurking outside your room,
i thought your mom was lying?
i hear the door open,
i hear the door open,
a hand lingers on the knob,
a nightmare all over again,
it knows what you're afraid of,
it knows what you're afraid of,
someone peeking on the slightly open door,
a faint smile on a face that's all stitched off.
YOU ARE READING
a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
