The sickly sweet tune.
The old clock strikes noon.
The sound flows to your cold ears.
Your dying breath filled with fears.
She smiles at your hallow dreams.
No one can hear your silent screams.
The last short puff of air,
This unruly way is never fair.
The soft tune is the last,
Your mind losing very fast.
The shiny sharp knife,
Takes your dull life.
The lullaby was so hypnotic,
The broken tune so chaotic.
The demonic devil himself was near,
You waste your dying breath on fear.
Your brain loses thought,
Your heart is distraught.
Your soul is gone and lost.
You crossed a demon this is your cost.
You died tonight.
Your dark soul; let it ignite.
You now haunt these homes.
Your deathly spirit roams.
You sing one tune.
While the old clock strikes noon.
It's Death's sweet song;
Twisted with long.
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Whispers in The Dark...
TerrorCollection of dark poetry written by me. Categories are; Dark Scare Humor Dark humor Evil Demonic Read in the dark I may need help. Etc. Etc. When you want to read stories in the dark, try horror poetry. It's much more fun when you see your liste...
