Stand under a spot light,
what will you see..
The room is dark,
empty..
Nobody to know,
the secrets hidden deep..
Those dark thoughts,
you try so hard to keep..
With the light from above,
pulsating down..
Will you break,
scream for forgiveness,
fall to the ground..
What will you notice first,
when you peer deep inside..
Purity of soul,
or darkness ever growing,
corrupted,
defiled..
I know what it is,
you shall see..
I know,
for I am what's growing inside of thee..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
