She stares out the window
and awaits for his return...
Red sky rising beyond the hill
Fire and smoke burning like hell...
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star...
These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...
A otherworldly hunger caused by this ravaging...
A product of pure evil, this mortifying rendition...
Darkness whispers sweetly
The sound of soft caress...
Sitting on a cloud above
Sprinkling down on earth the fabrics of true love...
This is a poem I wrote solely to be interpreted by...
Running through the forest at midnight,
Atmosphere black as pitch...
Dewdrops
are but a kiss away...
Spiderman
By Mark Spencer...
I sat in the dark.
My blood lust was getting worse...