Night is calling
The monster it lies
Waiting for you to anwser
Grab the gun
Into the night you run
You anwsered its call
Prowling the night
Looking for its victim
The monster inside smiles
Surrounded in darkness
Your monster breaks free
Staining your hands red
The morning comes
Back to normal
It waits for night to come again
YOU ARE READING
poems from a twisted mind
PoetryJust random bouts of nightmare inducing inspirations in the format of poems
