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The man with the sapphire eyes
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As I’m wheeled down
The corridor
A bag upon my head
I sit alone
So silently
Holding a sense of dread
I hear the screams
Of other men
In this great hall of lies
All here to see
The evil man
With the sapphire eyes
“Ah, my good friend
We meet again.”
The man he croons to me
The bag is then
Pulled off my head
And now, at last, I see
With those blue eyes
Looking at me
I can barely think straight
Seeing the blood
Of friends on him
He knows I feel irate
“Now there’s no need
To feel that way.”
He says through a grin
“And after all,
What’s done is done.
So now, shall we begin?”
The corridor
A bag upon my head
I sit alone
So silently
Holding a sense of dread
I hear the screams
Of other men
In this great hall of lies
All here to see
The evil man
With the sapphire eyes
“Ah, my good friend
We meet again.”
The man he croons to me
The bag is then
Pulled off my head
And now, at last, I see
With those blue eyes
Looking at me
I can barely think straight
Seeing the blood
Of friends on him
He knows I feel irate
“Now there’s no need
To feel that way.”
He says through a grin
“And after all,
What’s done is done.
So now, shall we begin?”
A horror poem I wrote on my way back from the doctors.
© 2013 - 2024 Enemv33
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