Have you heard that sound
This place where we're bound
That howling hound
This graded sand ground
That sound of shrieks
Where that draining leaks
And the floor creeks
The ending that all seeks
That sound of laughs
Are filled with traps
Running all these laps
Still giving slaps
Have you heard the utter
The word they mutter
There last body in the cutter
Done shut in the shutter
I bet you'll never be the save
In the cave
Where those poor crave
The freedom to finally be away from that sound
And under the sand ground.
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My Jumping ( failure at suicide )
PoésieIf you like creepypastas read this. Also there are many poems that don't have creepypasta don't worry you'll see them because of the titles. DO NOT COPY MY WORK ALL OF THIS IS FROM MY MIND. Also please give criticism it will help me enhance my poem...
