"Graves.
Bodies.
Spirits.
Demons.
Fog.
Night.
Dark.
There was a grave.
In the back.
The grave.
Was my own.
Staring back at me.
My name.
My face shocked with horror and despair.
To see my name.
My birth date.
And the date when I died.
Today. . ."
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Haunting Poetry.
PoesíaIn 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.
