A mystery/horror poem for a good chill |
As my eyes open wide and i see I am alone the house is silent, not a whisper, or a ring on the phone I get out of bed looking for my kin but not a trace, of anything, not a sign of skin I walk to the town to the pub where I used to eat it is empty and silent where me and my friends used to meet I walk past the theater, grocery store, and motel this small little town has become a silent hell As I walk back home some hope I see it is a letter written to me I pick up the letter and start to read with each word my heart gains speed this small sign of hope is quickly long gone like Bambi I feel, a motherless faun endorphins course my veins and I get scared the good people of my town, one fate they shared the ink I noticed was not at all fun black in the moonlight yet crimson in the sun the words it made were far too scary I felt like a child who said bloody Mary it described where I could find me friends and exactly how they met their terrible ends I followed the directions down to the stream the river was black as if I were in a dream I took a sip and got a horrible taste I spit it out with great haste It tasted thick and just like change what came to minded sadly wasn't strange it tasted of blood, thick and rich like the earth had a wound that needed a stitch I kept on my way and saw a terrible sight hundreds dead with no sign of a fight their bodies were pale and i soon saw why the truth was told by the light from the sky their blood had drained into the stream and soon I was in a nightmare no longer a dream who could have done this I thought to myself the answer was there but far up on the shelf as I looked around in a terrible haze I see a tree in my dream like daze as I get closer to this sad looking tree it reveals the answer.....the killer is.... |