Vanish behind that curtain,
Run up those stairs…
It’s the time for scary stories
Look, who’s creeping there!
Finely woven as threads of silk,
These stories are set to amaze.
Transport you to another world they do,
Your deepest fears they raise!
Forget ghosts and haunting poltergeists,
Leave the psychotic killers behind.
Even animals their farms shan’t leave,
Just open up your mind…
Let loose those fears of loneliness,
Watch your pride take centre stage.
Notice your hungry eyes lust upon someone,
Don’t bother with the moral parade.
What then will happen to that mask of yours?
Who’d want to see your face?
Find the truth about your crumbling flesh,
Awaiting time’s decay…
Horror stories aren’t made of evil ghosts,
Nor they are of spirits unkind,
Horror stories are just a human condition,
Escaping the human mind…
2 comments:
Hi Rajee,
That was not 'horrifying' at all!!
It is a good intuition.
I'm sure you have a big fat book of poems of your own. Look forward to the day when you will publish them and I can proudly claim, among my friends... "The poetess is my friend!"
All the best!!
Castilino
heh! i just watched wrong turn 2 a couple of days ago ... heh! fuckin borin lolz!btw the make-ups were good, i mean the gory part not the creepy beings(supposedly) walla part.
btw how about a poem for the human conditions not escapin human minds? that'll be a creepy read to read :)
nice to have you writin once again dearie :)
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