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Open your eyes to face your fears.
let your heart sill, don't despair
Deep inside, you know you can't hide
danger hangs around, side by side.
You want to call for help, but... who?
No one is coming to rescue you.
You'll have to face, you'll have to fight,
deal with the shadows of the night,
be the winner of the game
- while mysterious voices utter your name.
Not a witch, a werewolf, a ghost...
This is exactly what you fear the most,
much scarier than all the rest.
You feel your heart heavy in your chest.
Enveloped in dread, you feel like blind,
someone is playing with your mind.
Then you know, you don't have a clue,
the monster is inside you.
Any possible help or light is gone,
you are here, and you are alone.
No matter how much you hide, how much you run...
The nightmare has just begun.
let your heart sill, don't despair
Deep inside, you know you can't hide
danger hangs around, side by side.
You want to call for help, but... who?
No one is coming to rescue you.
You'll have to face, you'll have to fight,
deal with the shadows of the night,
be the winner of the game
- while mysterious voices utter your name.
Not a witch, a werewolf, a ghost...
This is exactly what you fear the most,
much scarier than all the rest.
You feel your heart heavy in your chest.
Enveloped in dread, you feel like blind,
someone is playing with your mind.
Then you know, you don't have a clue,
the monster is inside you.
Any possible help or light is gone,
you are here, and you are alone.
No matter how much you hide, how much you run...
The nightmare has just begun.
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The Thing
I lay still in my bed,
Mr. Ted by my side,
And listen hard for the thing
That crawls around outside.
He'll start with the scratching,
It's always the same,
His claws carving the face
Of the wooden door frame.
Then he'll move onto the blood
Seeping beneath my door,
Dripping from the walls,
Covering the floor.
The wardrobe will squeak,
Those green eyes appear,
Voices will whisper
Dark words in my ear.
Their dead hands will tug
At the edge of my sheets
And insects will crawl
All over my feet.
I lay and wait
For their games to begin.
But tonight will be different,
I whisper with a grin,
Tonight I will show
Those monsters a scare.
They can come b
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Horrors
There where kites cloak frail horizons
And where the heartless shall rise
There's the home to all night's beacons;
These shall make you realize
The light at the end of the tunnel
Has ceased to exist so long ago.
Downcast hearts in hellish funnels,
Skies that fell on me, down low.
Images of dismal tombs
Filling up my dirty mind.
The dead devouring human wombs;
Answers that I cannot find.
Dirty, you say? The doom's on us
Nightmares disembowel me
Falling to death, falling to lust
Why are you too blind to see?
Horrors, crows, zombies, alike
Empty bodies on death's spike
Howls of darkness they will make
My creations, for G
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Haunted...
A girl is walking in the empty corridor, but something is wrong. She walks a little too fast, she's a little too hesitated. It's making her stumble, making her jump away from something you wont see. Almost as if she's haunted.
A shadow strikes by. A glance of a stranger she once knew everything about. She closes her eyes, walking faster, trying to escape, trying to get out of here. But it's all in her head you see, it's all just for her, almost as if she's haunted.
Voices, laughter, a secret promise so filled with love, she can hear it all far too well. But it's only a little girl, so defenseless, so scared, in this empty corridor. Alone bu
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My special submission for Halloween.
Not everybody is afraid of ghosts, or witches... Some are afraid of clowns, dogs, butterflies...Then, this just about fear, without really specifying what kind.
Inspired by, by , a poem apparrently about Halloween.
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Not everybody is afraid of ghosts, or witches... Some are afraid of clowns, dogs, butterflies...Then, this just about fear, without really specifying what kind.
Inspired by
The Real ZombiesZombies
Zombies everywhere
You neither need a necromancer
Nor a virus in the air
The zombies are around us
Some looking like you and me
Some you can easily discover
While others remain a mystery
They don't have brain on their menu
No blood on their face
They don't move like robots
They've got elegance and grace
They are controlled by something
That's what they all share
Some want you to be like them
While others don't care
The zombies I'm talking about
Have nothing to do with movies and books
The zombies I'm talking about
Are what the media has on its hooks
What the fashion says is law
And the TV's never wrong
The inte
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This is a brilliant (and chilling) poem. I love the short, powerful lines and the rhymes.
It reminds me of my own work [link] except that yours is a LOT better.
It reminds me of my own work [link] except that yours is a LOT better.