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Logan Jul 23
You’re too weird to be alive,
I’m coming to your house with a shovel and bag of lye,
I know where you hide the spare key.

I sneak in your room while you gently sleep,
bash your face a thousand times,
drag your body deep into the woods.

The woods are quiet,
I dig a hole six feet deep,
and two feet wide.

Innocent blood spills onto soil,
God is dead,
the woods are alive.

Something once thought slumbering,
is now awake,
there is nowhere to hide.

The darkness is filled with glowing eyes,
they move in on me ever so slowly,
a boisterous growl fills my ears.

The beast without a shape opens its mouth,
I stare into the abyss that is its maw,
then I realize I’m done for good.
Logan Apr 18
It was the year 2085,
love was dead,
hate was in the air.

All the resources used up,
millions of people killed by atom bombs,
mutants and other inhumans roam the the ruins of earth.


Survivors reside in a hidden city,
hardly enough food and water to go around,
some of them had to go.

The unlucky few forced on their knees,
everyone ignored their sobs and pleas,
tears and snot ran down their faces like rain down a window pane.

Please for mercy,
cries for God,
left their lips.

God was dead,
mercy was a luxury in this new world.

A cold barrel of a gun against their heads,
as cold as January ice,
as cold as the icy stare of the executioners.

One bullet for the back of each head.

They collapsed one by one,
like a building after a bomb goes off,
death is freedom from this wasteland.
It's been a long time since I last posted so, I hope everyone enjoys this.
Logan Jul 2018
http://toospooky.com/critique/'my-grandparents-house-is-haunted'-part-2/
Here’s part 2 If anyone is interested.
Logan Jul 2018
Since you guys like my poems you might like this story.

http://toospooky.com/critique/'my-grandparents-house-is-haunted'-part-1/
Logan Jul 2018
My throat is as dry the desert,
                                     my stomach growls like a beast,
                                      I haven't had food or water for days.

                                      I don'k know how I got here,
                                      my body lays broken on the ground,
                                       dropped a thousand feet down.

                                       The sky is a sea of red,
                                        the ocean is red as blood,
                                        the sand is hot as fire.

                                    Only god knows what I've done.
Logan Jul 2018
It was a warm Sunday,
                                     dad and I left to clean the house,
                                              mom was at work.

                                               So much mess,
                                                so much to do,
                                                 no energy.

                                             Midway through,
                                        I refused to clean anymore,
                                             he became furious.

                                          A fist slammed in my gut,
                                         a tang of blood filled my mouth,
                                         tears streaming down my face.

                                         A handful of my hair in his fist,
                                         my head slammed into the wall,
                                           blood trickles down my forehead.
                                          
                                            Crumpled on the ground,
                                             bruised and bloodied,
                                             sorrow fades away.

                                           fire course through my veins,
                                           I feel like an atom bomb,
                                           pain fades away.

                                        This is the first time I felt hate.
Sometimes parents are the ones who introduce us to horrible abuses.
Logan Jul 2018
Where will you be when the money's gone?
                when the rent is due,
                 eviction slip pinned to your door.

                  Mom and dad won't help anymore.

                    Forced to shiver in the cold,
                    on the street paper cup in hand,
                    watering eyes and a trembling lip.

                       strangers sneer and laugh.

                        Crawling on your belly at night,
                         through the alleyways,
                         looking for new flesh to eat.

                          There's no one left to drain.
                        

                         When you're all alone,
                      will it be a slice down the wrist,
                       or a rope around your neck?
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