.sharp objects.mutilated bodies.death.gore.sinister beings.nightmares and daydreams. {Cover Art deleted due to nudity - but it was only mannequins. oh well..let's follow the rules. *sigh*)

These are all of my poems. I hope you like them. Thank you all for reading, and I like to update these fairly often.

Ouija. It's only a game, isn't it?

A compilation of poems I wrote myself, particularly when I was bored. Will add to it whenever I can and have time :)

Jenny Brookes expected nothing more than an ordinary two-night stay at an old hotel. She didn't expect to warned away from room 226. She didn't expect for herself to be wandering the hotel halls at night, heading to room 226. She didn't expect to be dying to know what's inside.

In this Madhouse, there is more than one patient. The walls are littered with the stories of countless men and women who have come seeking sanctity from their own minds. Shattered remnants of broken psyches lay littered on the floor, in rotting beds, in crumbling walls... These are the Scribblings from the Asylum Walls. Welcome to the Madhouse...