I think you'd ought
to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the
walls and the darkness
comes alive at midnight
It'll creep into your lungs
and slowly drown you
but you won't even notice
until it's too late
Soon you'll just be a ghost
like the ones hiding in
these faded red brick walls
the peeling ceiling and
creaky hardwood floors
If you listen closely you can
hear them ask you "please stay"
because they're just as
lonely as you were
when you decided to sleep
in this crumbling house
filled with the transparent
souls of ones too empty to
walk back out those doors
Because maybe they thought
the only place for them
was a house full of ghosts
and maybe they felt like
they were already dead
so this place felt like home
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my venting/darker poetry. Some may contain triggering material or swear words, so here's a warning for that. I'll post a new poem whenever I can! Feedback is always welcome! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy.
