Poems

Nightmare

A shril scream escaped her lips as she ran,

her hair flying behind her.

Her feet land softly on the wood,

as she flees for her life.

The dark moster behind her creeps behind,

deadly knife raised.

The girl stops,

there's nowhere to run,

she's trapped.

She slowly turns around,

and a scream dies in her throat as the creature walks up to her.

"Die.", They whisper,

and the girl's blood is splattered over the floor.

You never can outrun a nightmare...