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Even when written in the past, words still have the power to thrill and kill. |
| Dark, dingy full of silent screams On the outskirts of town There is a house with broken dreams They soon will tear it down. Secret daughter erased with time No memory or trace Buried deep in a well to climb Light never seeing her face She hung herself with her own hair Before they could claim her They left her alone cold and bare Scary stories linger Sarah's room down dungeon deep Hidden behind a wall Stairs that lead into nightmare creep Brace yourself and don't fall. Told stories deep within the walls Children asked to hear tales Never knowing it was their falls That ended their lives in wails. Line count = 20. Notes ▶︎ |