Horror Show

If you dare walk through that door

I'm sorry of what you will find

For it's quite a horror show

This thing I call my mind

Writing on the walls

Writ in blood and nail

For it's a land of darkness

From which many monsters hail

The darkness in this place

Could make the sanest man go mad

No sugar and no spice

only everything bad

You can bang on the walls

You can kick and you can shout

But once you close that door behind

I promise there is no way out

If you dare walk through that door

I'm sorry of what you will find

For it's quite a horror show

This thing I call my mind

Reviews

[FREE_BIRD]

means no matter which door we are entering .... our mind is always be with us.

[ANTO]

Another poet ringing that bell ahead of them - stay away - like the plague. That is actually quite the bait - like the old angler fish. I like this Shadow Poet. :)

[Death's Poet]

Thanks as always Anto!

[PonoEllis]

Love it! so creepy and dark, i can imagine some stuff too, i thought my mind was the only like that :P

[Death's Poet]

You are not nearly as alone as you think Pono :)

[PonoEllis]

apparently :)

[Jimmy Yetts]

Well, you sure come across as a scary young lady; I'm certainly not going to be entering your mind any time soon.
"Horror Show" is well-expressed, aptly imaged and portrays just about the right degree of drama.
A very fine piece of work, S!

[Death's Poet]

hahahah I'm going to take that as a compliment I think! :) Thank you very much Frankie I'm glad you enjoyed it

[Spirit]

I liked it! Deep, dark, great imagery... Well done :)