He sits in your corner, eyes of black bead.
Sitting and waiting, eyes move where you lead.
Silent and dark are always preferred.
As he moves without sound, not to be seen or heard.
Not afraid of the dog nor the door,
He stands and approaches, hands and feet on the floor.
She ignores the whimpers and warnings around.
As he lays to sleep the dog's sound.
A horror sight to awaken to,
Silent breath, screams ensue.
He lurks in the corners, smirk ever present.
For his handiwork, horrified, he sat happy and pleasant.
As she quested for answers, he lay in wait.
For his next night out, a preset date.
As the lamp clicked goodnight,
The silence, an invite.
Crawling silent once more,
He crept to the door.
Click of the lock, his first task complete,
Next on the list, the drum like beat.
As silent, he sent forward.
Trusting, as her word.
She lay sleep but not dead,
He crawls in the bed.
Excitement runs fast,
Oh, the heartbeat can't last.
A touch to the temple,
Yes, indeed rather simple.
A scream of rage,
A locked door but a cage.
Another heartbeat entered, more work set ahead.
Her knees on the door, head filled with dread.
A scream of regret,
Hands shake, feelings reset.
Crumbed with a scream,
Tears in a stream,
Others enter,
To stop dead center,
as they look upon his accomplishment.
Have yet to see the extent,
As they rush to the bed.
Cold to the hand, frozen bedspread,
as she lies in perfect sleep.
Who would do this as their daughter counted sheep.
The one in the corner, too worse for wear
For he was never known but as the trusted teddy bear.
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Depressing Poems
PoetryPoems about death, about emotions, about loss, about confusion. And the occasional midnight killing.
