Garden Corner

by Paigexisxaxbum   Oct 17, 2007


Blood stains the dirt
This garden holds hurt

Evil creatures roam through the dark
Their eyes glisten a paranormal smirk

They must come from Hell
More like fell

More like dreamed up from a terriable horror
Breathed from a corner

A corner that never sleeps, never dies
Because it never tries...

.betch.

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