(I wrote this for school. My writing teacher allowed us to have a Halloween party, but you had to write a poem if you wanted to eat. So, I wrote a poem!)
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He thought he was alone
The air was thick with darkness
And the slow winds pressed hard
The winds broke through the silence
And aloud his breath to flow freely
Flow from his body like a sin
A sin based on a false repent
He wished he could cry
Scream aloud the horrors he heard
But he could see nor say anything
Eyes can't pierce fear
The brain can't comprehend distorted feelings
He could feel the breath on his neck
And his was cut short
His arm, it tickled and twitched
What happened? Why couldn't he move?
It was over for him, now what could he do?
You can't do anything when you're not real
When you don't believe in hope
What is hope any ways?
A false dream created to make you feel less fake?
To make you believe an impossible that never existed?
When the jaws clamped it was over
It was too late to spill his hate upon the floor
When only blood took that route
His killer stalked off
As blood mixed with tears.
Pushing a lover to love another. Are you turned on?