A Post Entitled Can Anyone Really State Me A Title?
you lock the door to your bathroom
they think nothings wrong
you push the shower down yet
the heat still wasn’t strong
the room was soon invisible
up to your neck in steam
soon theres boiling weeps and every breath goes inbetween
a man lives in your shower
behind the corner where he creeps
you wish that you were blind cuz every time you cannot see
he stands before your body
raging forward knife in hand
gliding straight the dagger almost reaches where you stand
he slowly fades away because your lifting up your eyes
back behind the corner where the stranger goes to hide
he barely missed.
now your more aware the fading man you never see
you tightly close your eyes and wait for you to bleed
you never feel the pain therefor you open up your eyes
the next thing that you know theres nothing darker than the skys
you hover that same bathroom as you watch the man embrace, your soul that he was killing float away to outerspace
“massacre” he speaks
“homicide is the deal”
his dagger cuts you deeper but theres nothing that you feel
you’ll never know who’ll find his me growdy mess he left
but theres nothing worse than
never feeling the pain of your own death
the creepy man that lingered in your shower disappeared
now your whats left hovering that bathrooms secret tears
now every night your forced to watch your sightless self in steam
not a single silent sob or breath thats inbetween
your family packed their bags and left the haunting house of fears
your still stuck there haunting remodies for years
another soul moves in and blinks a dozen times per shower
your the newest creeper around the corner with the dagger
every milli second of his blinding stage you creep
now you feel so foolish that you even dared to weep
you creep beside your dagger so you’ll soon to save yourself
he crept you with his dagger so he could save himself
but quick this man is weeping sightlessly but ask yourself
would you take his life only to burn in hell?
