My White Monster

Vanna R.P

My white monster, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you stalk and terrify,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the ghastly eye.

Let me compare you to a nonmember?
You are more creepy and more forgotten.
Strange frost nips the robins of December,
And wintertime has the grim wild cotton.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your ominous eyes, teeth, and claws.
Thinking of your eerie teeth fills my days.
My hate for you is the bloodcurdling baas.

Now I must away with a haunted heart,
Remember my ill words whilst we're apart.

  • Author: Vanna R.P (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2023 15:17
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 2
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  • Bobby O

    Really like this piece

    • Vanna R.P

      Thank you.

      • Bobby O

        Is the white monster possibly
        A BLANK SHEET IF PAPER?

        • Vanna R.P

          Yeah it is

          • Bobby O

            Dig



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