This strangely dark poem of mine has a strange tone to it and was inspired in the back of my English class. Other then they, I have nothing else to say. Comments are open.
Auditorium Horror
Strangest
Yet Sickest
Everyone
Was slaughtered.
With rows
Of skeletons
Sitting attentively
Starting up
At the screen.
The bones
Shall bathe
In blood
For that
Is life.
Up above
The cobwebs
Cling
To the chandelier.
An old
1920s projector
Clicks and spins
To life.
Images
Of a goat
Flash through.
Flashing Through Fire.
Eerie music
With slow drums
Play sickly throughout.
With hundreds
Of corpses.
With arms
Spread wide
Fingers pointing
In opposite directions.
The walls
Begin to bleed.
Blood
Seeps through
The cracks.
The Corpses
Shall bathe
In blood
Tonight.
After all
That’s life.
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