Here we go again, another horror poem – you would think I am becoming a pro at it or something.This poem is about rage and to what extent it can actually take hold of someone. People who were once normal, who have been pushed too far can dramatically change by letting evil into their hearts.
I enjoy writing horror as well as horror poetry because the human mind will never cease to be fascinated by the unknown.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
3 AM
On the clock
Witching hour
Demons power
Raining fire
Evil shower
Playing tricks
The devils lies
Electric waves
Before his eyes
It seeps
It burns
It crawls into his skin
Surrounded by fire
The rage sets in
He picks up a gun
He counts to ten
Insanity filling him
Engulfed by sin
Walking into a school
He lets his bullets do the talking
He would have the last laugh
There would be no more mocking
Taking a deep breath
He counted to three
All the people in his way
Unleashed rage would set them free
Another deep breath
He counted to six
Finger on the trigger
They were snapping like sticks
Now shouting the words
SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE
The blood was everywhere
It was all so fine
Laughing hysterically
He was now onto ten
Knowing full well
These steps he had taken
Would be repeated again
More horror poetry by Mystify
Copyright © 2008 Tanya Kime-Wallace
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