Pitter-patter-little feet
Hush little baby-go to sleep
Under your covers-stained with gleet
Your lullabies-mother's weep
Beneathe the bed-monsters creep
Laying in darkness-there is no sleep
Eyes that linger-demons peep
Snatched from bed-now they leap
This road to Hell-now complete
Torn to pieces-how they greet
Hot blood bubbles-sins to reap
Beyond recognition-Heaven wouldn't keep
You're far too gone-far too deep
"Mommy! Mommy!" Blooded shredded heap
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Where Shadows Grow
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written during some of my deepest depressions. Some are based on dreams while others are based off of my life. It is an ecclectic mix of dark, sad poetry that I hope you can appreciate.
