Midnight terrors

Basically it's 4 am, I'm not tired and I feel in a horrory mood if that makes any sense!

He looks in a window
She crawls under her bed
She closes her eyes
He dreams of her dead

He tries to climb in
She wishes he'd stop
She shivers in fright
He wishes it was unlocked

He walks to the front door
She hopes that he's gone
She blinks once or twice
He turns the doorknob

The door is unlocked
It's hinges are creaking
She tries to be silent
He opens her door, peaking

He sees no one there
She doesn't dare make a peep
She sees his feet stepping
He looks where she sleeps

He's confused by her absence
She can hardly breath
The floor creeks beneath her
He falls to his knees

She screams in terror
He isn't shocked
She cries for mercy
He pulls her by her auburn locks

She screams once again
She squirms and she kicks
He doesn't notice
He still plays his tricks

He smiles happily knowing
Her shrieks are in vein
She takes her last breath
And he's left with her remains

Author's Note

Please please please!!! Give me some feed back, I did write this at 4 am so if you think I could have done something to make this better let me know.

Reviews

[Basu Gupta]

speechless....i just didn't believe you wrote this at around 4 am in the morning....the poem is very good...and mind you 'it is making a lotttt of sense...'...thanks for sharing..