Hmm... I hope I'm not too late... It's not in my clock... still half an hour 'till November
If I am too late just move this to simple poem forum please? ^^
i hope I'm not too late to enter... I'm not by my time it's still half an hour 'till
I look up to where we stood before
I look up to from where we fell
I see nothing but pitch black dark
I feel only the pulse in my head…
Throbbing… Repeating… Hurting…
I call out your name
I hear no answer
I hear only the wind outside shouting
And something like sound breathing…
Quiet… Shallow… Pain…
I stand up and try to walk
A few steps and I fall again
I call your name again
I feel flesh, I feel something moving…
Crawling… Creeping… Biting…
Just as for a curse, some light shines again
A shout breaks out of my mouth
A view of the highest horror-
The body of a man dead long ago…
Rotting… Resolving… Alone…
The door… my only escape
Don’t look back, go on, go on
Open the door! Don’t look back
I feel the man behind me…
Breathing… Steps… Touch!
The doors break open
I fall, I look back-
There’s nothing…
Steps. Where are they coming from?
Closer… Louder… Colder…
I run towards the closest door
I still must find him...
I can see a shadow coming closer
I shout and smash at the door…
Pain… Pulse… Shadow…
It touches my shoulder…
I turn around and kick and scream...
It grabs me, it pulls me close
It’s cold touch taking me over,
The shallow, slow breathing hitting my neck
“Shh… it’s me…”
I cry… What a feeling it is…
My horror is gone,
Let the hot tears flow, take away the pain
Let me hold him tight and forget of the horror of this night…
A Halloween turned bad because of a crack in the floor