Occasionally, I have been known to write some poetry. Of course, it is not just
any kind of poetry, but dark, twisted, horror related type of poetry.   
I have placed some of what I consider my better attempts below. If you think you
can rival my mind for sheer dementedness and can write your own horror inspired
poetry, then send it to me. If I agree, I will place it below for the rest of 
my visitors to behold in awe. Remember though, it must be related to the horror
genre in some way. Any "gothic suicidal type of mush" will not be considered.
There sites catering for this all over the internet. Here I want something 
different from the norm. Something to worry any psychologists reading this out 
there. After all, we're constantly reminded how horror films corrupt out our minds,
so lets prove them right. 

What Children Fear.

I have no eyes but I can see,
If he knows he will flee.
I have no eyes my throat is seared,
These legs a quiver as he nears.

My mouth would water if it were not dry,
As I watch him come closer by.
I have no tongue but I can speak,
For I am cursed I'm damned for keeps.

I wait and ponder whilst I study his stride,
How I once was like him before I died.
I must have died or so it seems,
I'm older than he but look thirteen.
Much time has passed I've never grown,
My mind is ancient I'm on my own.

My head a aches as he comes my way,
I try to swallow but thirst takes sway,
I have no choice I have to follow.

I am a beast forced to feed,
Not on blood I have different needs.
Fear and misery line my plate,
Pain and suffering make it great.
As for the wine to this meal,
There's nothing better than the death I'll deal.

How he'll die no one will know,
I'm real thorough it will not show.
I keep my secrets thats the key,
For it to remain a mystery.

When it's over then I'll be whole,
For a time that is until thirst takes hold.
Once more I'll prowl seeking a meal,
In cover of darkness it's your life I'll steal.

What children fear and adults dread,
I'm much worse I scare the dead.
I must be silent for I draw near,
My prey awaits to be my meal.

Composed by Broken Fang.

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