by Stripeycow
by Kakushitsu Kitsune
by Victorian Innocence
Reply Poem to this poem , by Stormpenguin
The tapping noise that came from the second floor,
The noise that crawled out through our attic door.
It was a room filled with corpses; things from back in the day -
Knives, guns and people, with prices to pay.
It was rather out of horror than pity,
That I called the search committee.
They searched through the deadly remains of those not so pretty,
They found things like bones and flesh; things not so 'itty bitty'.
Like the body they found of a woman, face marred with terror;
It looked like the killer was looking for trial and error.
The body was found in a trunk full of dried blood,
When they opened it, the room was a flood.
The room was a vivid red
Of those who were not so dead.
Maybe I won’t even go to bed;
I swear that I saw Uncle Ted.
I won’t ever open that door again, I swore beneath my blanket.
As I slipped into my sleep, a door opened from a casket...
by Stormpenguin
Feed them with clicks~
by Ceedeeuh
