With needle and thread,
I create life from the dead..
With scissors and faith,
I keep lines straight..
Moving parts,
to help the illusion of charm..
Then off to bed,
allowing dreams to creep into my head..
Before I know it,
little hands awaken me..
With my last breath,
the face of the evil I created,
I do see..
- 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
