IT TAUNTS ME

 

 

Horror taunts me.

It creeps closer.

I can feel it,

taste it.

It surrounds me.

I’m sealed in a coffin.

Dirt sinks me deeper.

A crack of light appears.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.

RISING

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Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

 

DANGLING HORROR

 

DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.

A horror to be felt.

All consuming.

Almost tasted.

Walls closing in.

Becoming a coffin.

My fears locked in.

Waiting to be unleashed.

Darkness holds me.

Stiff as a corpse.

A tiny dot of light.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.

 

 

DANGLING HORROR

DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.

A horror to be felt.

All consuming.

Almost tasted.

Walls closing in.

Becoming a coffin.

My fears circle round.

Waiting to be unleashed.

Darkness holds me in place.

Stiff as a corpse.

A tiny dot of light.

Showing me the way.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.