[11/9/17]
tw: morbid
Is your sickness acting up?
The tools won't reach you here
This hospital has been abandoned for years
It's getting dark now- speed up!
Somewhere- the click of heels
Blood is on the walls
Dripping down the halls
There's an old chair, squeaking wheels
Are your fears acting up?
This nurse is not right
No perscription to write
And a pristine cover up
Now- she's running now
Bloody mask and eyes black
There's no looking back
The pipe, grab it now!
Are your guilts acting up?
Her brain's scattered on the ground
Black and red with an awful sound
There's more clicking- it's a roundup!
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Inspired by Silent Hill: Homecoming. I adore the imagery and the nurses are very very pretty. The rhyming is weak.
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Delaney's Little Book of Poems
PoesiaA record of my poems with dates. They're not good, and cover topics of mental illness & morbid imagery. Poems may be out of order and as such are dated. [10/17/17] - [3/2/18]
