While I sleep,
I hear noises,
Noises from under my bed,
Noises like,
Crawling,
Scrawtching,
And
Leaking,
I open my eyes nothing is there,
I turn on the tv ,
It turns off,
I turn on the light,
It turn off,
I stay awake,
And I still hear it,
I look under my bed,
I see red stuff,
I get a flash light,
Tuch the red,
Its blood,
but nothing elce is there,
I was scared,
I prayed,
I fell asleep,
the next morning i woke up,
my whole room was filled with blood,
I looked around me,
It wasn't me,
I went to a hotel while i told someone to clean it up,
I heard the same exact noises,
Crawling,
Scratching,
And
Leaking,
When i woke up,
I was in heaven,
With the thing that killed me,
The thing,
The thing that killed my life,
And,
My sister
A contest entry
- Darkest of the Darklings by whipped rose.
390 points, ended May 16, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Judges Opinion
I love the word to the single line idea. It is creative and works well structually. The Crawling, Scratching and Leaking is realitically the best part of the whole poem. The poem starts off flowing very nicely and then sort of falls apart. But altogether it was well collaborated and with a little work would be astounding...
Best of Luck

