Hey people... I wrote this two days ago while i was babysitting... At 2AM... WARNING: This poem is quite dark... I am more emo then you think. xD If you could comment your opinion, it would be greatly appreciated. :) Thanks
Bones in the Closet
While you still have the light of day,
You go outside and laugh and play.
And then the sun begins to disappear,
And then you really begin to know fear.
You run inside and lock your doors,
But still your fear just taunts you more.
You know the undead are beginning to rise,
And you fear this night will bring your demise.
You look outside your window pane,
And what you see nearly drives you insane.
What should be a dark empty street,
Is where the rotting, risen dead now meet.
They turn and look in your direction,
And you know they want to spread their zombiefying infection.
You turn and run into your room,
Although you know they’ll find you soon.
Zombies are faster than you think,
And as you listen, your heart begins to sink.
They start to climb the side of your house,
And you feel as helpless as a mouse.
You try to think of a place to hide,
And suddenly the closet comes to mind.
You run in there and slam the door,
And as you do, you realize the idea was quite poor.
Now I’m here paying my respects,
And that was what happened, I do suspect.
For when they opened up the vault of your last deposit,
All they found were bones in the closet.
-Taylor Conforti
