She pushed her out the window Through the glass panes And as she stared down
Too Close for Comfort
The white walls are closing in 6 feet by 6 feet Creep closer and closer
Grim
It's a grim day When the reaper comes Regardless of weather
Dig Deep
Dig a mass grave There will be A massacre tonight
From the Gates
Demons come crawling From the gates of Hell In hoards
Blackout #225
Daydreaming I was king of nothing.
Haiku #210
You're a clever one To make it this far without Someone noticing
Death Follows
Plants die everywhere she walks To match her depressive state Like the manifestation Of her own personal rain cloud
Not Yet
My fingers bleed From the agony Of trying to tear
Double, Double, Toil, and Trouble
It's that time again, the Halloween season is upon us. I haven't been the best with keeping up with my blog recently but I wanted to keep true to my past of double Halloween themed poems. Excluding haikus and blackouts everything this month will fall under horror, creepy, and seasonal. Happy Hauntings!
Fragment of a Figment 