Jul 2015
Drip
Drip
Drip
Is all you hear
In the dark silence
Of the night
You can feel their hot breath
Dancing on the back of your neck
And you turn and look behind you
To see nothing
You can smell the blood on their teeth
From their last ****
But your nose
Leads you no where
You reach out into the blackness
And feel nothing
But smoke and mirrors
You don't know where they are
What they are
Who they seem to be
Why they're after you
Or when they're coming to feast
All you can do
Is *wait
And wait
And wait
Until the beasts **strike
Drip
Drip
Is all you hear
In the dark silence
Of the night
You can feel their hot breath
Dancing on the back of your neck
And you turn and look behind you
To see nothing
You can smell the blood on their teeth
From their last ****
But your nose
Leads you no where
You reach out into the blackness
And feel nothing
But smoke and mirrors
You don't know where they are
What they are
Who they seem to be
Why they're after you
Or when they're coming to feast
All you can do
Is *wait
And wait
And wait
Until the beasts **strike
A little horror poem for you all
Or more like a metaphorical piece that is hard to crack
Or more like a metaphorical piece that is hard to crack
