In the dead of the night, the ghost of my past.
Creeps up behind me.
And screams bloody murder into my ear.
I pretend I dont care.
I hide behind facade, after facade.
To no avail.
When will this hell, end?
I question my sanity.
I say.
It will end.
Tonight.
Along with my life.
I need, help.
Author notes
Okay, so this is old. :/ Hope you like it.
Comments
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Ouch! Oh, dark and dreary stuff, here, scary, spooky, semi-tragic.... but very deftly done poem! I liked it muchly! bravo!
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Scary, lol but i liked it.



