Thursday, August 2, 2012

Room No. XIII

I open the door!
But... What is that on the floor?
I have to stay here. I have no choice!
What is in that cupboard?... I hear some noise.

For a lonely traveler in an Inn,
I wish for other places I could have been;
I begin to sweat and my heart is beating,
I can hear some noise...Somebody is eating!

My eyes grow dim, I fall on the ground.
A weird strange aura all around.
That cupboard! Those bloodshot red eyes!
The doors bang shut! They can't hear my cries!

I scream aloud and pray to God!
What is THAT I see! OH LORD!
I cant move! The hands hold me down;
These human limbs emerging from the ground!

The body hangs from the ceiling,
Its alive and looking at me, I have a feeling!
I feel blood flowing down my face,
Red blood flowing out of that wooden case.

Heads on the floor!
They are alive! Where is the door!?!
My lungs are failing...
The creature in the cupboard is wailing.

The lamps go out!
The ghosts begin to shout!
I run away from where the bed lies,
I break the window! I don't think twice!

I jump out! The bushes don't betray,
I run away, far away, all the way;
I turn to look at the place I've just been,
I see a dark forest, I see no Inn.
XIII


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