Tar stained eyes stare back through the dark.
Steaming tears of hate sear through her pale skin.
Her mouth erupting with slimy trails of shadow.
Her neck snaps violently before vanishing.
Her body is no longer present in the physical world.
But if one waits during a stormy day,
Where darkness has overtaken the light,
You will find her waiting in the creeping alleys.
For she is waiting for you as well.
Her neck snaps again but this time you vanish with her.
And no matter how many burning tears of hate you spill,
You will never be present in the physical world again.
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GRUESOME TALES AND DARK POEMS
PoetryGruesome tales of darkness and ominous poems of killers lie within this book. This is my new playground for testing out horror based writing and disturbing descriptions. The content might be unsettling to sensitive readers.
