Shhh.
Quiet or they hear
My invention dear
Don't make me sear
Your flesh.
Shhh.
Don't utter a sound
Or they'll come around
Don't make me pound
Your skull.
Shhh.
Don't make noise
Or here come the boys
Don't make me employ
My axe.
You are my secret,
My treasure,
My trust
You are my secret
Alone I combust
You are my secret
Let none know
You are my secret
Demon from below.
You look so great in that bodybag.
A contest entry
- For Poets With 10 Or Less Trophys Only- PIF by Mercury Rising.
550 points, ended September 25, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Really dark and scary and macabre with a bit of black humor thrown in for good measure. A real pleasure to read. Best of luck in my contest, and thanks for entering. Halloween must be in the air.
David
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Your mind is getting darker by the minute, Little Bro, I'm not sure where this is all coming from, but in a very weird way, Big Sis loves it!!!!!
Keep it up...Sue xx
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wow. that's...great and that's what scares me. I like this. Where did the idea come from???
seriously. I really love this it does something weird...
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i like it...great work....it drew me into what you were writing...i could picture it....
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