He's still breathing down my neck.
His cold breathe whispers things
Only the damned know.
But he's been locked in the basement.
He won't get out anytime soon
I won't let him.
He creeps at the door
I hear him
He knows I'm listening
But I won't budge.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Bang!
He's pissed
Like a rabid, hungry wolf.
Lights won't go out anytime soon.
The party lights have just been set...
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Pø3ms (Don't judge please)
PoetryMy personal poems. They don't rhyme, so sorry guys. This is just something for me to do for myself. Thank you :)
