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Author of horror genre
“When It’s Time to Collect” Hair of black, Eyes of stone Body of twisted metal and bone. Once alive and vibrant and full of dreams, Now cold and pale in your dark blue jeans. When small truck meets large truck In a terrifying dead… Continue Reading “WHEN IT’S TIME TO COLLECT”
“The Hollow” Enveloped by this hollow world— Loneliness fills the space. Crying out for one who understands, I long for one to take my hand, yet no one comes. My heart breaks and the tears fall— Resentment has set in. Shouting against all that… Continue Reading “THE HOLLOW”
“I’m Shy” I’m Shy, Shy You walked by me and said hi, Walked Walked Same man making me feel stalked, Grabbed Grabbed Threatened me you would stab, Clap Clap, I felt the sting of every slap, Change Change, Shakin’ my head, feeling deranged, Prayer… Continue Reading “I’M SHY”
“Captive” Dark Night Low Light Burn Bright Straps Tight Full Might Must Escape From This Hell Tonight Heart Races Hound Chases Many Faces Just One Of Several Cases So Weak Future Bleak Damn Freak Tossed My Body In A Nearby Creek Cold Eyes Lids… Continue Reading “CAPTIVE”
“Hell is My Playground” Hell is My Playground My Merry Go Round of fun My see saw sees all I’ve sawed I feel like I’m at a wicked carnival! Accomplishing the horrible I swing real high to see the sights Bullies, Murderers, Thieves, oh… Continue Reading “HELL IS MY PLAYGROUND”
“An American Hero” Run, Run, Run, Faster, Faster, Carry that flag and run. Run, Run, Run, Faster, Faster! Stripes bleed, stars blur, blue runs. Run, Run, Run! Faster! Faster! Towards that steep hill, Towards that raging sea, Towards that twisted metal and steel. Run!… Continue Reading “AN AMERICAN HERO”
“I Want To Be An Albatross” I want to be an albatross and travel the land, Flying high, diving low, Going across the waters, Going as far as I can. I want to be an albatross instead of a man. I want to be… Continue Reading “I WANT TO BE AN ALBATROSS”
“Red” Deep and dark and Wise and bold. Just from your look, Stories are told. You give the feelings of love and romance. You have the look of sex in a dance. You also create images so sinful. Eyes and blood and all things… Continue Reading “RED”
“The Cycle of Evil” Death comes for me And I welcome it There is blood dripping From my chest down to where I sit A stake that penetrated My cold, black heart Ended my feast early In this evening’s dark You stand over me… Continue Reading “THE CYCLE OF EVIL”
“The Devil” It’s dark in here Black as night Cold Damp I beg for light I try to move The space is small I just keep bumpin’ Into the walls Hands grab at me Pulling, pushing Rubbing, twisting “Help,” I cry, Someone is listening… Continue Reading “THE DEVIL”
Author P.S. Kessell 