A stupid poem I wrote. No guarantees of quality: It was Friday, I'd gone back to school a couple of days earlier, it was 11:00 pm and my internet was out.
Sit with us, don't go away.
We really wish someone would stay.
Come with us for just one night,
We'll show you a fabulous fright.
We are the ones who have been outcast,
our bodies have faded but our souls will last.
We are the ones who come out in the dark;
don't be scared when we leave our mark.
Our favourite day is October 31st;
our lives are hollow, empty, cursed.
Scary thoughts invade your sleep.
In the shadows we will creep.
Wishing to be understood,
We'd be friendly if we could.
We are the freaks, alive but dead:
Our energy draining, our hearts are lead.
Everyday we die inside
|We've lost every ounce of pride.
We'd change it all if we could,
But we must act 'the way we should.'
Because we are monsters in the end,
Destined never to have a true friend.
And we'll always be this way,
Because we are beasts, and that's how we must stay.