What was meant to be a night of fun
Turned around real quick
When the guy in front of you
Told you with a strangled voice he felt sick
Puking when you realize
That wasn't ketchup on your plate
The metallic taste of blood
From your no longer breathing date
Opened eyes death and hollow
Dripping blood on the floor
A scream chills you to the bone
Followed by an ear splitting roar
When you look around you realize
You are all alone
The Italian place a moment ago filled with guests
Is suddenly desolated, you're on your own
How can this be? What's going on?
Thoughts catch up with the scare
Until your own sanity
Demand you to get the hell out of there
Another howl so deep and loud
It reverberates through the floor
Seems to come from right behind you
And you run for the door
The darkness is overwhelming
Not a streetlight brightening your sight
Footsteps that are nearing
Non human sounds drive your flight
Howls and roars from every angle
Desperation takes you to the café
An horrific scene of death awaiting
Bodies piled together in an gruesome array
Bolting to the door you nearly fall over
Another lifeless man
Your foot caught the arm and rolled him around
Shit really hit the fan
Sliced open belly
Intestines spilling on the floor
His stiff fingers still holding his coffee cup
You almost faint from all the gore
Then you hear that awful sound
The one born in nightmares
You could not move if you wanted to
Prevented by despair
Friday the thirteenth will forever be known
As the day the whole village died
The beasts are waiting all year long
To stalk their prey one night
Maybe you got lucky so far
But that can always change
Because when it comes to these creatures
No one is out of range
So when you feel piercing eyes
Watching you one day
You will be their newly intended target
Next year they come out and play
YOU ARE READING
Deadly poetry
PoesiaBecause words cut deeper than knives, and to combine the two is lethal. A collection of poetry - written over years - about death and dismay.
