Do You Dear Open This Book - Poem by nicolas thomas
Beware, beware, when opening this book,
The life you were aware, will forever be took,
Now lay on your bed and dim your light,
Can you now hear the dead, lets begin the night.
Crawling down the windowsill,
Is a long figure more than real.
Cracking down the bedroom hall
Something's starring from the shower stall
Wind screeching through the cracked window
The room chills down to about ten below
Somethings on your left is tugging your blanket
You pull the blanket over your head and hide under it
This is a warning to anyone who's reading this alone
Be aware if something or someone, calls your phone
And be not surprised, if no one replies your 'he..ll..o? '
Tonight, no one will hear your cries, if you dare to follow
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