NIGHT TERROR 8
Hope you don't find my posts to leeryOr find my poem is more than hairy
It's not as though I try to make them scary.
Discombobulated thoughts run through
my head. Some alive sometimes dead,
For a hungry mind needs to be fed,
On worms and spider's baked in bread.
A metamorphic mind is hard to share,
Insanity is something I have to bear.
Black blood coursing through my veins,
Slowly eating through the synapse of my brains.
Yes you heard what I said, I have two brains,
Laying side by side within my aching head.
One used for good, The other used for evil,
One fed On love the other one on weevils.
I am the horror and the nightmare of screams,
The keeper of the soulless the devourer of sins.
Also known by name as the sandman,
Let your night terrors begin.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-27 at 17:04
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