Do you ever think that night,
Is just a strange time of day?
Everything gets more sinister,
When the light starts to fade
With every step you take,
The floor board groans,
But it can still do that,
Of its own accord.
The wind likes to shriek in the night
And throw things around,
Like the three little pigs,
I live in fear
That my house might get blown down
The windows get banged on
The glass insides them shakes,
Constantly growing in magnitude
Like a ground splitting earthquake
A piercing scream,
Somebody drops,
The silver knife gleams,
As the killer runs off.
Do you ever think that night,
Is just a strange time of day?
Everything gets more sinister,
When the light starts to fade
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Emotions
诗歌A collection of poetry based around feelings, questions and random lines that pop into my head.
