So quiet,
the forest is asleep..
Slipping past trees,
floating above rotted leaves..
So peaceful,
until I reach the forests edge..
Man has come,
their toxic wasteland spreads..
Slip into home after home,
mentalities are all the same..
Believing themselves entitled,
killing off any that stand in their way..
Entering another dwelling,
I leave none alive..
For every one of mine they slay,
I will claim a hundred lives..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
