Scared Stiff

It catches at the edge The very corner of my eye, before Turning now in fright Suddenly, as quick as quick can be Shadows cast an eerie desire -Kel Dayheart

Classic Murder Mystery

You are invited to die--- I mean dine, of course At this creepy--- Lovely house in the middle of nowhere With a host, you've never met Who's sure to die--- Who's sure to be there, I mean And five other strangers With mysterious pasts That are sure to be bloody--- Colorful, sure to be colorful... Continue Reading →

A Tired Sadness

I seem to have no energy As I laze about and whine About what I have no control over Those around get annoyed and drift Until my cries are not heard And the real tears begin -Kel Dayheart

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