There's No More
This is one of my many death poems...
I stand in the dark.
It's so disgustingly dark.
It's as if there's no end, to the darkest dark.
They're eyes gleaming from bushes.
The owl's hoot up above.
The wind makes ghostly sounds,
and the wolf howls.
Suddenly, they jump after me,
their teeth barred and shining.
I run as fast as possible, but they're too quick.
They catch me and turn my neck, so it shows bare.
Then they strike.
As they suck out all my blood,
determined to kill me,
I scream and scream.
No one can hear me.
Then there's no more.
I am dead.
It's so disgustingly dark.
It's as if there's no end, to the darkest dark.
They're eyes gleaming from bushes.
The owl's hoot up above.
The wind makes ghostly sounds,
and the wolf howls.
Suddenly, they jump after me,
their teeth barred and shining.
I run as fast as possible, but they're too quick.
They catch me and turn my neck, so it shows bare.
Then they strike.
As they suck out all my blood,
determined to kill me,
I scream and scream.
No one can hear me.
Then there's no more.
I am dead.
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