Dark Poetry for Dark People
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
5 year old Sam Wilson is sleeping peacefully when he hears a soft breathing from his closet, who could it be? Is someone in his closet? In the morning Sam finds a terrifying clue!!!