deepundergroundpoetry.com
It Won't Die
It won't leave me alone this night
It haunts the corners of the days
This terror and thing of fright
Why won't it just go away
Scratching along at my floors
Please don't let it in
It's whispering at the door
Words blacker than mortal sin
I can smell the fetid rot
This thing that should not be
It stalks my halls and thoughts
Braying with twisted insanity
The dead won't be still and lie
Things that just bite and scratch
God it's not gonna die
Pray it can't move the latch
It haunts the corners of the days
This terror and thing of fright
Why won't it just go away
Scratching along at my floors
Please don't let it in
It's whispering at the door
Words blacker than mortal sin
I can smell the fetid rot
This thing that should not be
It stalks my halls and thoughts
Braying with twisted insanity
The dead won't be still and lie
Things that just bite and scratch
God it's not gonna die
Pray it can't move the latch
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 104
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.