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Closed and dead,
Binded and blue.
Horror, torment –
He's looking for you.

Deep in the shadows,
Late in the night,
A cold old room
To heed his might.

The creature he slept
Through the eyes of sorrow
Regaining his strength
For it be morrow.

Tonight he lies
In soft cotton sheets
Waiting for the lover
That which he meets

He opens a draw,
And takes them –
A knife. A gun.
A sunny-eyed girl
enters. So young.

A sigh. A kiss.
A cyclone grin.
Blood so soft.
The knife: deeply in.

Whispering and wavering,
the creature from the lore.
Our hero takes her firm body,
and drags her to the door.

There she goes, into the void.
Forever and always, his;
And ne're alone he shall be
For she be the plaything
That never left.
I joined the new writers' club at school. I'm the only Year 11... heh heh. :blush:

This is what I wrote last week. Hope you like it.
scarsandtetris Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2011
Great work!!! There is an immense amount of feeling in it, and it certainly makes my heart beat more quickly.
AhhTheHorror Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2011  Student General Artist
Hehe thanks ^^
scarsandtetris Featured By Owner Feb 3, 2011
You're welcome!
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