Nights
vacant...
Master of the sub-conscious,
enchanting parasite...
I made my journal a ghost
covered with blankets...
Pull, pull away.
I cannot wake up to face the day...
With the shutting of my eyes
Another dreamt day gone past...
Take a step back and make three knocks on the...
When the door opens don't try to explore...
WARNING: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents...
Bogyphobia is the fear of Bogeys or the bogeyman...
WARNING: This is a terror core poem. The contents...
Xylophobia is the fear of wooden objects or forest...
Warning: This is a terror core poem. The contents...
Every night she sneaks out to meet her secret...
Warning: this is a terror core poem. The contents...
We went to the circus today...
His flowers perch along
a blackened windowsill...
Warning: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents...
I hear strange noise in my attic...