There is this neighbor of mine that lives upstairs,
Who strangely seems to never sleep.
He moves around, but no lights turn on,
And leaves his doors and windows open wide.
What business keeps him so awake?
Why must he sit there, in the middle of the night,
When everyone else is sleeping tight?
He's bizarre and tall, and he talks in whispers
Like he's got some devilish scheme he's afraid to put to paper.
Oh, and one last thing, which makes me so creeped out,
When I look at him, I can see right through his skull!
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Author:
Whirlpool (
Offline) - Published: June 21st, 2021 15:25
- Comment from author about the poem: That neighbor of mine, turns out to not be very mortal at all.
- Category: Gothic
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Comments3
They can be everywhere Whirlpool - look behind you! 😲😲😲.
Andy
Yes, I can see you ^^....
Methinks you you hope to get much closer....will you continue to write poetry from the other side?
Oh no... you found me out.
Oooo oooooooo
Quick get the garlic!
Do garlics help against ghosts? I thought it was vampires only :O...
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