In The Spotlight
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Poems About Horror
Dark Sinister
Light a candle for me, because the undead speaks untouch my grave— oh, you can’t? I see. Why shovel me away, and plant a seed for well, what the world believes to be true? I’ll haunt you until your end until the day you suffer ... -
Poems About Horror
Getting Back What’s Owed to Me
As I lay here, I think of what is owed to me everything from those who’ve harmed me — but let’s face, I won’t get it back, it’s history repeat, repeat, repeating itself, I see. A claim, not filed, with The Department of Howingt... -
Poems About Horror
I’ll Remember This
Do you not get what I mean? Do you not see what I’ve seen? Everything is gone, turned black and frozen while I suffer next to emotion. The power of emotion has me, yet there’s no way to grasp pieces of my life. I laughed, I fai... -
Poems About Horror
Think of Me
Think of me as your slave as I look at you in your grave. Think of me as your lover when I’m beating your mother. Think of me as you’re cooking when you fall on a knife. Think of me as you’re burning the flames look delight. Th...
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Poems About Horror
Dark Sinister
Light a candle for me, because the undead speaks untouch my grave— oh, you can’t? I see. Why shovel me away, and plant a seed for well, what the world believes to be true? I’ll haunt you until your end until the day you suffer ... -
Poems About Horror
Getting Back What’s Owed to Me
As I lay here, I think of what is owed to me everything from those who’ve harmed me — but let’s face, I won’t get it back, it’s history repeat, repeat, repeating itself, I see. A claim, not filed, with The Department of Howingt... -
Poems About Horror
I’ll Remember This
Do you not get what I mean? Do you not see what I’ve seen? Everything is gone, turned black and frozen while I suffer next to emotion. The power of emotion has me, yet there’s no way to grasp pieces of my life. I laughed, I fai... -
Poems About Horror
Think of Me
Think of me as your slave as I look at you in your grave. Think of me as your lover when I’m beating your mother. Think of me as you’re cooking when you fall on a knife. Think of me as you’re burning the flames look delight. Th...
