Challenge
horror poems
any kind of poetry style, just scare me :)
The Creeping
Ah, yes the sound of a mother weeping over the bloodied body of her child.
But the darkness is still creeping and slowly growing wild.
Her mind is screaming, the voices trying to ponder how.
It was in her scheming that lead up to now.
Her mind breaks and she clutches her heart...
As she stares at the small body she tore apart.
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