Scary Poems for the Soul

Whispers

Somewhere deep in the woods

Where every soul wears hoods

Something dark lies within

Something recording every sin

It has eyes the size of the moon

And comes out when the clock strikes noon

It's claws are sharp and bloody

It's feet are dirty, crooked and muddy

Sometimes it sits and watches you

Thinking of the menace and fear it'll brew

The plans of torture stir in its head

On how it'll one day show up under your bed

It feeds off of your fear and what you despise

Because the more it grows, the more it will rise

One day as you look into the mirror with a smile

Just know it'll be gone in just a short while 

The malicious beast that talks in your head

Is only your thoughts turning red