Out of the dark they all come
Trying to leave this hellish home
Mist coming out as black as night
Come and see this morbid sight
Room so dark you cannot see
But I know something is in here with me
Nothing but palatable fear
Mind eye ever so clear
Seems like nothing from wall to wall
Out of the pitch you hear a call
Putrid, twisted, horrid things
From the corner the call of the beast rings
Drip, drip, drip, drip when will the screams stop
Let the blood run to the last drop
Offerings left of the burnt kind
Flinching in a fear filled mind
A crimson pool on the floor
Mist and smoke cover the door
All alone stuck in fright
This will be my last night
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
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