Huddled up at the edge of my seat,
the first day started with me so forlorn..
Glancing around so lost and beat,
desperately wishing for a miracle to be born..
Something allured the corner of my eyes,
and there she was, my first crush..
I who believed first sight love were all lies,
was transfixed at the spot all blushed and red..
Minutes snowballed incessantly to hours,
as i spent the day instilled by this new found power..
Bright and beautiful was she with her lovely scent,
which i swear would make Venus pout and pant..
The year went by like a fast moving stream,
neither did i harden up nor did i squeam..
What really mattered was that i got wiser
with time and reconsidered my fervours..
The day arrived which i dreaded the most,
which was supposed to warm up the frost,
and reconcile envious souls lost..
She was just not someone in my life,
it dawned upon me all too late..
Still i strained myself to say goodbye,
realizing how she evaded my days from ill fate..
And there i was faking a smile,
despite our split screen sadness..
which i learnt days after awhile,
that she had underwent the same harness..
Of my heart over hers and hers over mine..
shh
shh
listen
it's best not to scream
look at the creatures before you
it's hard not to squeam
they're terrifiyng
they're frightning
they reach to the skys
they're teeth are bigger than my fist
but they don't punch
they dive
shh
shh
don't make a sound
these creatures could hear you living
try to breath a little less
your chest I see is heaving
your heart beating is direct
but don't worry
they're to busy
tearing off that flesh
they have begun their eating
so to them we're not a threat
shh
shh
stop stirring little boy
the little girl in front of you
was just a little toy
...well now she's just nothing
just slabs of rotting flesh
it's a good thing they got the best of her
cause to us
they'd do rest
shh
shh
why are you crying now?
it's not my fault your sick in the head
made up these beastly things that wet your bed
you have the power to make them go away
but instead your just watching them
shredding off her face...
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