In the dead of night
There shines a light
But it's not right
What a fright
It's a fire shining red
Because people are dead
They lay around
There is no sound
Except your heart
It's a start
But now he's here
Your death is near
You run
But he has no gun
He grabs
And jabs
It was a knife
Now you're out of life
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Poems Of My Emotions
PoesíaAs the title suggests these are poems of my emotions. Some are sad, while others are happy or just neutral. I write them whenever I get an idea, and my ideas are influenced by my mood. Though not always. I like the more dark and gloomy poems so just...
