Are the rope bindings tight enough,
can you see from that angle, dear,
or should I move you to the left a little?
You've got the best view in the house,
a front row seat to my little performance,
one I directed just for you, my love.
Oh and your lovely mistress plays the lead,
you should see her, my dear, all dressed up,
looking as delectable as when you met.
Her raven hair tousled the way you like
and her delicate, ivory flesh showing,
just enough to tease your hungry eyes.
Lets draw the curtains, shall we,
and get this show on the road.
Laughing manically as helpless whimpers
slowly burn into screams; music to my ears,
a lullaby that keeps the demons caged.
Hush now, dear, why do you struggle,
are you not enjoying what I'm showing you,
black tar oozing from her decayed chest.
The show must go on, so be greatful
I'm willing to point out your mistakes
and show you that her shell holds no soul.
I have told you, love, many times over,
that there is nobody else out there for you,
I'm the only sparkle in your wondering eyes.
A contest entry
- It’s a CREEPY Dark Rounds Contest by Paloszoo by Paloszoo.
1200 points, ended July 11, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Woo yes definately creepy. Well done Kate, im leaving all the creepy poems up to you from now on lol. Love Tam xo
-
-
Thank you Tam, lol, nuh you can write creepy too 
Kate
-
-
Interesting, and definitely creepy. Shows great imagination on your part! Well done. Thanks for entering my rounds contest and for showing your work here. It's a pleasure reading it!
-
-
Thank you once again for putting me through to the next round It means alot too me
'Wolf
-
Adding your comment:
