Poem - Untitled (Maybe a scrap)

Fri, Jan 6, 2012 at 2:02 AM By: Aurora

He stands, head to the side, mouth slightly open.
Some would even describe it as "gapping."

He acts, like an undead puppet,
Risen from the grave in an ungodly act & confused!
Yes... Terribly confused.

He stares, at the "egg shell" white door,
Seeing, yet not, invisible creatures that dont exist.
They are not there.

One winged, with black feathers.
A sadistic look spread across its devil- like face.
Another white as fresh fallen snow, with an aura
brighter than the suns rays.

Oh and their voices...!
Sickely sweet, intoxicating, vindicative.
Yet also like nails on a chalkboard!
Constantly there...

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