"Sinister.
I tucked my son into bed.
He said to look under the bed.
He was there.
He told me to not look on top of the bed.
The demon twisted it's body and looked down at me.
H E L P. . . M E . . ."
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Haunting Poetry.
PoetryIn this series of poems they are pretty dark and often are gruesome and mysterious. Come along on the ride throughout these poems and see which one is the best to match your tastes.
