The darkness roams,
The silence grows,
Someone's presence is well known.
Shadows walk,
The trees grown,
Loneliness is no more.
The cold breeze blows,
Fear shows,
The creature from below.
Mouth shut and air taken,
Eyes covered by the pitch black,
The figure holds you with a grin.
The water red,
Your life now dead,
The screams you never said.
By~ Moonlight Lane
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Dark Poems and Short Writings
PoesíaWARNING: If you don't like very dark poems with violence I will say this once DO NOT READ but I would hope you do give it a chance. This is for mature and people that won't be triggered by blood, depression, and other things but instead of flagging...
