I hear it again
Bawling
Sniffles drive a crack
Into my icy heart
Pity struggles to broke the hold
That indifference has over my soul
I ignore
Slowly, painfully slowly,
It dies down
I breath a sigh of relief
Shoulders straightening
Bowed head lifting
Eyes clear and sharp
Yet my soul wanders aimlessly
Then the cries start up again
And I
Freeze.
Fear clouds my vision
That...that monstrous being!
So tiny, so innocent
It hurt me to wrap my hands
Almost lovingly embracing it
Into death's choke hold
Slowly, too slowly, I succumb
To the temptation of looking back
At the being that stained my hands
With overflowing blood
How could a baby have so much blood
I turn around
But there's nothing
It's gone
I can still hear it's blood chilling wails
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HORROR POEM
It was creepy to me
Especially after realising he had murdered a baby
It's giving me chills
See yeah later
FryeDragons
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Tears Of The Rose
PoetryA. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Rose...
