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A soft breeze starts to blow
The door opens slowly
Inside only darkness prevails
She can feel the floor moves
But she's standing still
Classical music starts to play
Softly….and then a child
Calls out her mothers name

Her breathing becomes irregular
Heartbeat starts to show in her fingertips
She can hear somebody coming…
Towards her
But all she can see is darkness
And the music starts to play
Louder and louder
Driving her mad

She searches for the light switch
But a cold hand takes hers
No light shines
Just the music , a crying child
And darkness that prevails

Why aren't you scared yet
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Why Aren't You Scared Yet

Contributed by Dirkj on Monday, 18th April 2011 @ 12:07:55 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

As she touch the door handle
A soft breeze starts to blow
The door opens slowly
Inside only darkness prevails
She can feel the floor moves
But she's standing still
Classical music starts to play
Softly….and then a child
Calls out her mothers name

Her breathing becomes irregular
Heartbeat starts to show in her fingertips
She can hear somebody coming…
Towards her
But all she can see is darkness
And the music starts to play
Louder and louder
Driving her mad

She searches for the light switch
But a cold hand takes hers
No light shines
Just the music , a crying child
And darkness that prevails

Why aren't you scared yet
Damn you are tough customers

Copyright Â© Dirkj ... [ 2011-04-18 00:07:55]
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Re: Why Aren't You Scared Yet (User Rating: 1 )
by deusdeira on Monday, 18th April 2011 @ 02:28:34 AM AEST
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The blood on his hands,
it drips on the sand,

the death in his eyes...
could make the dead rise,

he longs for your fear,
and a torrent of tears,

and when you laugh in his face,
he feels out of place,

so pretend that you're scared,
to escape his mad glare.

haha I wrote a little poem about how you can't scare people anymore lol but I'm just kidding :P I actually liked the poem.

Re: Why Aren't You Scared Yet (User Rating: 1 )
by Shandra on Monday, 18th April 2011 @ 10:22:15 AM AEST
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I never know what to expect from you!!! I am truly a fan. Great write ;)

Re: Why Aren't You Scared Yet (User Rating: 1 )
by DrcGaimer on Monday, 18th April 2011 @ 02:40:14 PM AEST
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Your poem paints a scary picture for me. Good job.

Re: Why Aren't You Scared Yet (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 19th April 2011 @ 01:56:01 AM AEST
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spooky flows are the best
well done......

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