Dagger Portrait
May/100
He wrote a poem, Watcha think?
One day, I felt very dark and emo, so I wrote a poem. Tell us please ..... Enter the Macabre House Portraits you look with eyes Erie, The walls sing a sad song, spirits of the dead lived here in the shade on each step, counting the number of each breath, the daggers are stabbed into the walls, sheet stained with the blood of it is the latest victim, your mind screams "Run" but you're legs are lead, a greenhouse sweaty hand on her pale lips and takes you into the heart of the house ....... Macabre I read the next day and said, "Why did I write that?"
I love this! In fact, I imagined the eyes of the portraits around the following me as I walked by this place. Great! : D Make sure that when T is capitalized;) nice though! continue to write what is good for you: D