He approached the cellar,
An endless abyss of stairs.
He could feel something... a stare
But can’t see it from all the clutter
He grasps through the dark
At any chance he’ll reach a light,
Like a month in the darkest of night
So he decides to light a spark
A stench more foul than death
A wretch about to meet the wretched
The outline stole his breath
A trail of slime so wicked
It’s skin shifted
It’s head lifted
Teeth glistened
With eyes dilated
And mouth salivated
It’s distorted body elevated
A slimy, contorted, mangled, freak
Enough to make your confidence weak
And your future bleak.
Enough talk, it’s time to eat!
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 12:36 AM UTC
He approached the cellar,
An endless abyss of stairs.
He could feel something... a stare
But can’t see it from all the clutter
He grasps through the dark
At any chance he’ll reach a light,
Like a month in the darkest of night
So he decides to light a spark
A stench more foul than death
A wretch about to meet the wretched
The outline stole his breath
A trail of slime so wicked
It’s skin shifted
It’s head lifted
Teeth glistened
With eyes dilated
And mouth salivated
It’s distorted body elevated
A slimy, contorted, mangled, freak
Enough to make your confidence weak
And your future bleak.
Enough talk, it’s time to eat!
What do you imagine?
