A/N: sorry this was going to be happy, but...enjoy...!
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
The woods are dark
You're all alone
For if you speak
In the dead of night
The monsters lurking
Will catch a bite
Mama's not coming
She left long ago
Magic the Windows
Salt of protection
To keep the demons
From corrupting your soul
Hush little child
Don't utter a peep
Someone's in the house
The gun is on the shelf
Hide in the closet
A big mistake
The easiest place to look
A shade of crimson spreads
Hush don't cry
Tears make you weak
The weak can't survive
They're the first to die
Look away
You didn't see a thing
Close your eyes
Live in the blind
So you may never see again
Hush little baby
Don't say a word
The silence of death
Is the only sound
It's far too late
To let out a scream
Time's up
You're as dead as can be
YOU ARE READING
That of Darkness
PoetryWhere the light doesn't reach, where the joy does not live, where a single candle singes, exterminated in the darkness. These are the poems that live in the darker parts of my mind. The ones that don't have a happy ending, the ones that don't make y...
