Hush, hush, my love, in shadows dread,
Where screams echo and hope is shed.
Moonlight drips, blood stains the floor,
In this nightmare's grip, forevermore.
Whispers slither, a gruesome chant,
Sweet-soaked secrets, a twisted rant.
Shattered bones, shrieks fill the air,
A symphony of terror, a nightmare's snare.
Close your eyes, embrace the abyss
,Where horrors feast on souls amiss.
In this ghastly lullaby's cruel caress,
Visions of gore and torment coalesce.
Sleep, my dear, in the depths of despair,
Where nightmares breed, and pain's declared.
Beware the darkness, its wicked glare,
Once ensnared, there's no escape from there.
So hush now, my love, silent and cold,
In this bone-chilling lullaby, terror unfolds.
The shadows writhe, the darkness wails,
As horror's grip tightens, and sanity fails.
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
PoesieMost people couldn't care less about the description, they're too busy getting lured in by flashy covers. And let's face it, my cover ain't gonna win any beauty contests anytime soon. Here's to hoping that there are still readers out there who value...
