Abundance of poems;

That boy

Help me with the sin we've done,
Help me kneeled on the aisle as I
Ask for god's forgiveness.

Held my hand as I cried for what
We've done.
Whisper me thousands of words. Thousand of same words.

The 'its okay.' Is all i've heard from you
Since that tragedy happen.

Help me, help me, i'm haunted.
I'm trap, crying.

I locked myself in my room, only found the boy starring at me, with a dreadful face,

He, that boy who we accidentally killed and bury alive, with his eyes wide open
And as he scream for help and mercy.

Bury him. Bury him in the forest.
Oh god, Save his soul.

i just let out a scream as the boy
starts to walk towards me.