poetry...horror style



When the dead come knocking at your door,
Horror and fright shall haunt you evermore.
Drifting up the stairs, frightful noises pollute the air.
Chills running up your spine,
As their devilish voices moan and whine.
Your fear and sweat like a exotic wine,
The undead shall stalk your fragile mind.
Stabbing your soul and licking your flesh,
They shall not stop until your corpse is laid to rest.

When the dead come knocking at your door,
Terror shall strike you at your very core.
You will never know peace until the haunting comes to cease.
However these enraged spirits shall not decease.
Constantly watching your back,
They shall find you and attack.
No matter how cautious you are,
They will always find a way to catch you off guard.
Run,
Run away with great haste!
You will soon learn your efforts shall be a waste.
Run away if you can.
However know they shall chase you until the very end.

When the dead come knocking at your door,
You wont be able to sleep anymore.
Day or night, the dead shall become your plight.
Their cries echoing into your ear,
Becoming stronger as they creep near.
Don’t bother trying to fight,
As you would be swinging at nothing but a specter in the night.
Drifting past you unseen, Unless your senses are keen.

When the dead come knocking at your door.
Be wary of the terrible things they have in store.
Be wary my friend of these wicked fiends,
Be wary of these evil things.
Be wary of the shadowy figure or the small orb of light.
Be wary for it is but a foolish soul that claims ghosts and ghouls can not bite.
Be wary…,
Of the lost souls that go bump in the night.
Be wary my friend for it is you they wish to devour tonight.

When the dead come knocking at your door,
The void between your world and theirs shall be torn.
Without any concept of time,
They will forever wreck havoc in your mind.
Just be thankful they do not rise from the grave.
For if they did then no soul would be saved.
Lucky for you their broken bodies no longer draw breath.
But don’t be fooled for their spirit still wanders in protest.
They refuse to move on for what they desire is now gone.
So they shall take it onto themselves to end our time.
To populate their world and ours with their own menacing kind.
These are not haunts playing simple tricks,
A mere flicking of the lights or a clock that stops to tick.
These are only a subtle sign,
Of what these devious entities really have in mind.
Stay sharp! Stay keen!
For when they first arrive they wont make themselves seen.
Only if your gifted with an acute psychic eye,
Oblivious you shall be as they lurk by.

So if the dead ever knock at your door,
This is all you can hope for.
For when it is your time….
Peace be with you when your about to die.

I like it Kami. It's different.

thanks.. perhaps not the most positve in terms of casper the friendly ghost... but after having "something" randomly knock on my door about a few weeks ago ( creepy situation) and 2 grade b ghost movies later... pow! you get that hahaahhaah

Kewl Kami

Ohh Kami I've missed you...this is simply divine!!!

Kami,,,, I really liked