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The Dead and their Song

Poetry By: Ashley I Read
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Submitted:Mar 18, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


I'll sit in the middle of the night

No need to stir, no sign of fright

I'll watch the window and the door

No intrusion, no steps on the floor

The air is normal, no spirit hiding

My time, I'm only biding

The demons all try to gain entry

Just what is it they want with me?

A knock on the door a scrape on the floor

They are coming in, my eyes are sore

I can't stay awake, they know the sign

On my blood they wish to dine

They chomp right down into my skin

Just how the hell did they get in

They eat my flesh and leave my bones

I start to rise as they start to groan

I'm one of them and they drag me along

Without learning, I know their song





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