Will You Still Be Wiling To Come Here With Me Tonight? Poem by Sammy S. Quence

Come into this place with me
Were all is so dark and cold
There is nature all around us here.
Crawling, swimming, flying, and just growing up in the ground.
Oh, did I mention that many spirits like to hang out here
The is a surprise waiting for you, every step you take
You could say Come out of the shadows
that it's haunted, or you could say it was just the wind
What is this place to you? Can you make sure to come here alone, but tell the others?
We will take your life, in exchange to come and live here.
Blood shot eyes stare between every lurking corner that you pass.
Midnight is a joy, come join me by the fire, as we tell each other stories.
Then you will see why we say all these 'scary' stories are true, or are going to end up being true.
Sorry, about being so cruel, but being so is, very favored here over pretty petty petite polite manners.
Burns, cuts, and burses have already covered, and taken over your whole entire body.
Sell your soul to us, and well let you in, to play and party around in our wonderful wonderland.
Why I love it here, I just don't know. Why people come here you ask, Well to have the 'joy' of life
See those eyes over there. Those are piercing through your soul right now.
Do you feel it, over all the other pain you feel right now in, and on, your broken bones and body.
We're all freaks here, so it doesn't matter to us how you are. Wait I'll take that back!
If you don't fit in one way or another, well find a way to make you become one of us!
We are seekers, to get you to come to us as we dwell on your hope, dreams, achievements, anything you got.
But blame yourselves, you are the followers to this land. This place of famish, pain, blood.
War, fires, and non stop torture and screaming. My home I call it. But you, you probably call it your hell.
Come with me into this place, were all is so dark and cold. Are you still willing to come along and enjoy the ride?