Based on 2p!America x reader, that I randomly made...
Screaming
Screams, are the sounds that you hear.
Screams, are the voices of the fear.
Screams, is all that you will be near.
On a small little apartment with dark tint glow,
With alley ways, as narrow as it could go.
"Don't walk alone in the dark" a mother would say,
But rules are meant to be broken, the child would think.
Screams, are bells like ringing.
Screams, are ghosts of the pasts.
Screams, are shadows of folks.
With a young fair lady walking home from work,
on her shoulder, a small cute handbag.
But behind her, are red eyes a glow,
eyeing her hungrily as far as it could go.
Screams, is our dark pasts.
Screams, is our lover's wreck.
Screams, is the only thing we fear.
A man hovers over a woman's corpse,
with a bloodied baseball bat on the floor.
He gently strokes her cold cheek,
and kisses her still warm lips.
As he carries her body like a groom, would carry a bride,
and swung his dirtied bat behind.
With the cops, investigating the crime.
What they don't know that it's just a lover's crime.
Screams is the name of the alley.
The dark narrow spaces between the buildings.
But the most famous screams, are a woman's scream.
As she screamed her last voice, on her lover's beloved bat.
Like how the sunshine went to shine,
the alley would not.
But like when we forget the caution a mother gives.
He will be there to waiting...
For you to scream...