In the dark room, nothing can be seen.
In the dark room, only the clock lights it up.
In the dark room, something lives.
Something dangerous, something deadly.
It has killed once before, twice before.
Light isn't allowed in the dark room.
Only people.
People for the beast to slay and feast on.
People that don't suspect anything.
People that feel around for a light switch.
People that feel the blood on the walls.
People that die after the door shuts.
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Blood
HorrorMark smells something strange in his shower. -----------‐------------------ A collection of short poems including Blood, Love You To Peices, and many more! Playlist credit: @SkullantacySmith
