Oh little children
So small and so sweet
I come with the darkness
You to greet
I'm inside your pillow
Like the drone of flies
I smell like flesh rotting
Don't open your eyes
I'm under your bed
In the dark of the night
I come out of the cellar
I'm the shadow of fright
I wait in your closet
Until you're asleep
To crawl under your covers
Your breath to keep
I'll burrow under your skin
Lay eggs while you rest
When the larva hatch
They'll burst out of your chest
I'll bore into your ear
To get inside your head
To steal your dreams
To bring back the dead
Years of your life
With your soul I'll eat
Suck up your warmth
Gag you with your sheet
See the goose flesh
Do you feel cold?
Crippled and stiff
I look so old
My skin is wrinkled
My hair matted and white
Come closer little one
Are you afraid I'll bite?
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: April 5th, 2023 05:40
- Comment from author about the poem: It has always been an attraction for small children to hear scary stories and for adults to tell them.
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 23
- Users favorite of this poem: Abby1234
Comments5
Just mulled on this last week and how even the kids around us these days are wide-eyed and expectant of a good scare!
Thanks Cryptic for the review and comment. My kids always used to ask for creepy bedtime stories now they wont let me tell them to the grand kids.
So true. My nan was of a different sort and used to love retelling spooky stories from her childhood. She was cool that way.
I really like how you made the Sandman take on a boogeyman like character. The only times I have really heard of the sandman it is in a nice light, but you took it into dark. Very nice poem.
Thanks so much for your review and comment. If I understand properly, in Germany, the Sandman takes on this property.
It was scaring me for a moment.
Thanks so much for the review and comment.
Now did I give you permission to post that video of me singing on a bad-hair day?! lol.
Was that you? I thought that it was an old girlfriend of mine. Thanks for the review Orchidee
Oh lol, thanks SB.
(we need only lookup that 'little red riding hood', tale
amongst many others, to realise
those true horror origins
of so many beloved lullabies)
such wonderful flow, dear Poet
thank you
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