Night Horror Poem by Jack Ingram

Night Horror



The walls are whispering.

Horrors plauge my mind.

Deadly thoughts.

Blood, gore, pain.

Atheareal beings dance before me.

Demons of the midnight hour.

Terror holds my throat.

I awake.

Sweaty, scared, alone.

Take a drink, light a smoke.

And lay back into darkness.

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Just A Broken Fool 05 May 2011

i love it its amzing ur a really good poet

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