Little Light BulbA Poem by JessikaEndsleyAbout living next door to Glen Rogers, serial spree killers, as a child.
Sometimes at night, we turn out the lights
And take a long look out the window My heart stops Only for a second this time I'll stay out of sight Life stops being so pretty but it used to be Truth stays in my heartbeat until I get older By then my heartbeat is colder So long, Little light bulb What's wrong? In the closet or under the bed Wherever I am It's a pity,I won't be pretty like life used to be I'm on pins and needles in the dark These closet parties on the weekend tearing me apart If we can only whisper, why do I want to scream I was told to listen for footsteps So long, Little light bulb It's a pity, I was creeping while he crept. © 2013 JessikaEndsley |
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Added on April 28, 2013 Last Updated on April 28, 2013 Tags: serial killer, death, murder, child, innocence Author
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