As I awaken on this day,
a picture in my mind does replay..
Easter baskets full of treats,
snacks and dinner put out on display..
But I fear for my eyes to open,
for reality will once again creep in..
I will find I am not at home,
but locked up for my ghastly sin..
Dressed up like an Easter Bunny,
I slipped cyanide into some punch..
All to soon people fell to the ground,
lives gone in a rush..
I tried to make it right,
put a gun to my head..
Now Im trapped in this world,
not of the living,
nor of the dead..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems Darkness
Teen Fiction2nd. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series, Darkness. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
