The Haunting of EveA Poem by Sean M. AddamsA LIITLE SOMETHING FOR OCTOBER:)Only on the haunting of his Eve Is the time he kneels and grieves Stories and eerie feelings of the dead Leave cryptic thoughts in his head Does the scratching on the walls And blood stains in the halls Explain all this guilt and pain Seeing her reflection in droplets of rain? Chills spread like tattoos on his arms Lacerations in his skin show her harm Notes left on the mirror at night Add a different sensation of fright Her voice echoes in the dying breeze Her pale white figure hanging from the trees He finally reaches out and screams Feeling more sinister than a nightmarish dream All the lies cover his eyes with shame That he cannot even speak her name Murder lives underneath the bedroom floor Where her lost soul is left to explore No life left through her hollow bones to save House she once loved becomes her unmarked grave She now bleeds misery in his heart His false promises of love from the start In his damaged mind he lives with strife Finally becoming one with the knife In the distance you can see his ghostly shadow grieve Only on the haunting of his Eve! © 2014 Sean M. AddamsFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorSean M. AddamsDavidson, NCAbout" border="0"> I started writing when I was five but didn't take it seriously until 15 . I wanted to express what I was working on in art class on paper and poetry was the best outlet. I was fir.. more..Writing
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