Practical people weary of no purpose.
Haiku #211
Soon I will be gone From here and this small town will Be in the rearview
Priceless
I'd sell my soul But it was stolen From me long before
Condemned at Birth
You summoned me from the depths of hell And then condemned me For the very nature that you asked for
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.
Death Follows
Plants die everywhere she walks To match her depressive state Like the manifestation Of her own personal rain cloud
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!
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