Sta.sh
The monster comes at night-
Rapping and tapping with all his might.
His voice is like poison to my ears-
Only to strike chords to all my fears.
I try to hide, bearing under the bed-
His scratchy voice melts in to my head.
His tainted heart doesn't see-
Why is this happening to me?
His manner of treating me like a child-
Is all but mild.
Another heart wrenching moment-
Another night on his monument.
I can see the kill in my dream-
I feel the blood rush as I gleam.
You don't have control anymore
For you are six feet under and further no more.
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It makes the reader see the despair...
Hmm, knowing what you told me last night and reading the end of the poem... I supose "that guy" is already dead... Isn't he?
Is quite strong but i think that you could have given it a few more verses
Like it!
( what is *curtsy* ?