Ok this poem isnt like my others, I think I was really depressed and scared the night I wrote this, im not sure why I was scared or depressed either*shrug* its very rare im depressed so this was definitly diffrent for me, oh the poems about the boogeyman >.<
I scramble into bed afraid of what lurks ahead, the covers over my head, footsteps comeing towards me, children screaming the dreaded name I dare not speak, the dreaded name I dare not seek, the dreaded name I dare not meet, before I know it I cant speak, I can not scream, as my soul is being sucked from me, I will take the picture of those eyes to hell with me, I will haunt and warn children, as he comes I will scream the name of their soon to be killer.-poem by: Kathleen Ruth barats |