Supposed to be a short story/poem like thingymahdoohicky.
But i'm not satisfied with it. I'm thinking of adding alot more or just maybe making it entirely a poem. So i guess you would say it was a Rough, Rough draft. When its as good as i want it to be, i plan on sending it to Microhorror (dot com) I would love for some suggestions, and if you haven't guessed already i suck at grammar, so some guidance in that department would help ALOT.
I can hear them at nights you know.
Their horrible clicks and wails.
I can see them at nights you know.
With their sharp glistening nails.
I can feel them at nights you know.
Ripping bits off my flesh.
Why cant i cry?
Cus, they've taken my eyes.
Why cant i scream?
Cus, They've taken my tounge.
Why cant i move?
Cus, they've taken my limbs.
Why cant i breathe?
Cus, i'm already dead.
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