Headless He stood in front of me his neck a stump without a head. In his hand was a note on expensive stationary scrawled in
Category: Bad Poetry
Cold lips touched with blood
Cold lips touched with blood – getting ready for Halloween with comments from my kid. Oh deathly pale With cold lips Kissed with red
Winter Cat (and other bad poetry)
Winter Cat A poem Cold Frigid air Can’t compare To the stare Of my cat “Where you at?” Wanting me To fill her bowl Hollow
Paranormal Passions
Zombie Passion I look into your eye sockets, Right into your brain And know you love me Even if Your heart is on your sleeve
Cold lips touched with blood – getting ready for Halloween with comments from the peanut gallery.
Oh deathly pale With cold lips Kissed with red The blood of the living Brings your heart Alive For the night So that you can
Vile Brew
Why are you so bitter so bitter? Off like a crazy VIle Nasty Unreal Puzzle Of horror. What is up with my coffee? This
Vampire Maman 