Close you eyes,
Go to sleep,
Dream of monsters that you see
By the day, they lay awake
But by the night they love to play
To feed upon the soul and mind
As you listen upon their lullaby,
Fear and hate,
Upon your soul,
Now they have made you their home,
Eyes of red,
Blood drips down,
As it falls from you
To the cold, dark ground
Life drains from your undead eyes
Terror leaves you feeling dry
Eyes of black stare into you
Now that you belong to them alone
Whatever can you do?
YOU ARE READING
My Halloween Poems
PoetryThese are poems about the inquisitions that I wrote with a kind of Halloween based themes. Don't steal something that isn't yours, and that includes this poem. **I do not own the picture I used for the cover. If you want to view the author, and more...
