I'll start off with the poems from my stories
Drip drop goes the blood
Mom and Dad are dead
Here comes the bad guy
Wanting me dead
Hiding in the hole
Seeing Mommy shot
Seeing Daddy stabbed
I see him but he doesn't see me
Fire coming through the roof
Nothing left alone
Everything is dying
Nothing left alone
Drip drop goes the blood
Why am I alive?
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Eyes in the Dark
Short StoryHi Everyone! So these are some poems that I have created since the 10th grade (15 years old) and I'm still continuing. Just a fair warning, from what my friends say, these poems are dark and creepy, according to them. I will occasionally post a chee...
