Chilling whispers and bloody hands;
A shadow creeps along the wall.
Back from the place of the damned;
Now you've come to haunt us all.
Locking every door in sight;
Heartbeats rapidly increasing.
Shielded in only candle light;
A soul that needs releasing.
Shaking in a lonesome corner;
The spirit walks straight through.
The ghost of a long dead mourner;
There's nothing that it can't do.
Offering down a ghostly arm;
Hesitantly accepting.
Fooled instantly by its charm;
All too unsuspecting.
A spirit crown, a deadly king;
A victim of deception.
Hear the ghostly voices sing;
"It's too late for redemption."
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
