With the clouds of gloom and rain like ice.
No sound could be heard but the thunderous pounding of the sky crying among the rooftops.
There it stood the purple beacon calling to the weak and wiry in the eye of the storm.
Calling out with warmth and promising protection to the poor souls with no where to go.
But just one touch and all is too late when the truth can be seen.
With the vail lifted misery consumes and takes over all.
YOU ARE READING
My Dark, Creepy Poems.
RandomIDK what you'll read. Depending on my mood depends how dark and twisted it gets it can also be a bit sad. Like I said depends on my mood. They will be poems I came up with at the moment. Not going to be well thought out, but I hope u read and enjoy...
