The Bad Place
A terror poem in honor of the Halloween season.
Putrid stenches of the bad place stain my nostrils, the smell everlasting,
I try not to remember the sight of that monstrous reality in my dreams,
Screams in the night all I hear when my head hits the pillow,
I struggle to wash the taste of that hell from my mouth,
Looking at my hands, I still feel the warmth of all that blood I can never wash away,
About the Creator
The Man Behind The Mask
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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