Horror runs through my veins And dries the tears on my cheeks
Flat
Roadkill diaries Are quickly done The words fall flat
Dead Muse
Creativity kills me As my muse expires
Suspense
The wind picks up Slanting the rain
Your Ghost
This house is haunted By the memories of us
Labels
I stood aflame In a fiery ruby-red
Furious
Uncontrollable rage Undeniable
Sick Game
A terrifying form Of hide and seek
Tenacious
With broken feet She ran
True Colors
Sometimes monsters Are not obvious
