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Array ( [sid] => 60644 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => A Horrifying Tale [time] => 2004-08-19 00:43:04 [hometext] => This is a really sick and twisted poem....you've been warned....for all those who read it i hope you enjoy it....please comment....thanx!! [bodytext] => She’s locked inside the blood splattered room
That sad little room is filled with gloom
One lonely window shines a little light
But its only the moon so its not so bright

The stench of rotting corpses fills the air
Oh, how it fills her with such despair
She knows that death is upon her
All her tears, cause everything to be a blur

She can hear him coming up the stairs
Right then her heart tears
She hears the opening of the door
He’s come to kill her, she is sure

In the corner she hides her face
All she wants is out of that place
He grabs her by the hair
And drags her down the stairs

Into the bathroom, the tub is filled with water
He doesn’t want her for a daughter
So he puts her head under the water, its so cold
No matter how much she squirms he won’t loosen his hold

When she stops moving he takes a step back
Now that he had finished the attack
He opened a beer and spat into the bath
She had now felt her father’s wrath

That poor little girl, had so much to live for
But her life was ended with so much gore
In an instant her face became so pale
And that is the end of this horrifying tale [comments] => 3 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => CrimsonTears [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
A Horrifying Tale

Contributed by CrimsonTears on Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:43:04 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



She’s locked inside the blood splattered room
That sad little room is filled with gloom
One lonely window shines a little light
But its only the moon so its not so bright

The stench of rotting corpses fills the air
Oh, how it fills her with such despair
She knows that death is upon her
All her tears, cause everything to be a blur

She can hear him coming up the stairs
Right then her heart tears
She hears the opening of the door
He’s come to kill her, she is sure

In the corner she hides her face
All she wants is out of that place
He grabs her by the hair
And drags her down the stairs

Into the bathroom, the tub is filled with water
He doesn’t want her for a daughter
So he puts her head under the water, its so cold
No matter how much she squirms he won’t loosen his hold

When she stops moving he takes a step back
Now that he had finished the attack
He opened a beer and spat into the bath
She had now felt her father’s wrath

That poor little girl, had so much to live for
But her life was ended with so much gore
In an instant her face became so pale
And that is the end of this horrifying tale




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Re: A Horrifying Tale (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:55:53 AM AEST
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you chilled me to my bones with this poem woawwwwwwww
Michelle


Re: A Horrifying Tale (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 01:22:46 AM AEST
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the stench of death in this poem was chilling. I loved how you drew the reader in with the opening line. A good, but distressing poem.

Bobo (Joel)


Re: A Horrifying Tale (User Rating: 1 )
by Hoots on Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 03:23:01 PM AEST
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You're right...that is a sick and twisted poem. But it's a good one. It's such a shame because stuff like that really does happen in real life.
Krystle




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