Roses are red,
My blood is red,
There's a monster that lives under my bed.
Violets are blue,
So are her lips,
Her fingernails black straight to the tips.
Pansy's are pink,
The others come together in sync,
They will pin you down before you can think.
Daisies are white,
Black is the night,
It does no good to put up a fight.
Roses are dead,
They are dead,
Some of them don't have a head.
Violets are blue,
The blood from my mouth begins to spew,
Some of my bones split in two.
Pansy's are pink,
Now I can't blink,
All of my blood they begin to drink.
Daisies are white,
I guess that I'm right,
These creatures are monsters,
And they only come out at night.
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•Black is the night• (horror poetry)
ParanormalPoetry of the demented, not right in the head, this is for all the dreadful ones. And the evil. Pure evil.