Poetry – In the Dark of Night

The little room should be asleep
in endless dreams, of make believe,
but haunting shapes cast by the light,
seek to destroy not to delight.

Walls bleeding tears of crimson blood,
that beat with strangled screams of fear.
Sleepless bodies lay down to rest,
where walls cave in and collapse their chest.

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