Bones rattling.
Teeth chattering.
The life of the dead lives on.
Eerie moaning.
Silent screams.
The life of the dead never sleeps.
They dance and dance,
Giving in to the desire to dance and sing.
Listen to their stories as they party all night and day.
Waking the friends who sleep and are asked to join in.
Nothing can compare.
To the life of the dead.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
