Violets are blue,
Roses are red.
You window was open,
Now I'm under your bed.
Bruises are blue,
Your blood is red,
An axe in one hand,
The other your head.
YOU ARE READING
Horror Poetry
PoetryCause when you rhyme crap and make it scary, what else is better?
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Violets are blue,
Roses are red.
You window was open,
Now I'm under your bed.
Bruises are blue,
Your blood is red,
An axe in one hand,
The other your head.
