Notice that the monster quartet each have a
Knife
Stuck
Right
Through
Their
Heads
You might think I was drunk—done—as I
Stuck
A
Knife
Right
Through
Their
Heads
Well, no, I just thought that if I
Stuck
A
Knife
Right
Through
Their
Heads
It would be as good if I
Stuck
A
Knife
Right
Through
The
Heads
Of every monster in the world.
I can't, but I'll confide
That I've tried.
I TRIED
YOU ARE READING
Corridor of Portraits
PoetryA corridor, its walls covered with portraits, stretches ahead of you. Some areas are lit up artistically, others frighteningly dark. Indecision grips you for a moment, but you must go on. You came here for answers, and you will get them. (A/N: Curr...
