Horror Poems By: Sasha Slaughter



The Massacre

As I walk with the others,

I see it in the sky,

the rest of them change direction,

and I don't know why.

I decide to follow them,

with what little is left of my mind,

this overwhelming need to feed haunts me,

I know what I must find.

I can see them running,

trying desperately to escape,

some of them don't make it,

they've met their deadly fate.

I fight off the others for a bite of warm flesh,

I finally have what I've been looking for,

but I couldn't believe what happened next.

As I eat alongside the others,

with the rest of the undead,

my whole world goes black in an instant,

I've just been shot in the head.

 The Doctor

I sit here contemplating suicide,

there is no other choice but to end my life,

I've let down the one closest to me,

TS-19, she used to be my wife.

I see the others in the lobby,

surprised they are alive,

but deep down inside of my soul,

I know none of them will survive.

I let them in and tell them to make themselves at home,

knowing that within hours,

I won't be dying alone.

They pepper me with questions,

I try to answer them my best,

I tell them about the others in my building,

and how I'm now the only one that's left.

The time is getting closer,

the clock on the wall tells me so,

the timer counts down the minutes,

not many to go.

I tell the others that an imminent end is near,

they fight and argue with me,

this is something they don't want to hear.

I seal the doors tight,

I tell them that they cannot leave,

the end of the world is upon us,

and today they will perish with me.

They finally convince me to let them go,

I tell them that the place is sealed tight,

but they don't believe it's so.

A member of their group decides to stay with me,

the rest of them make it out safely,

just as she and I are blown away,

with the rest of the CDC.

Bazinga! There you have it horror fanatics. A little something different this week from yours truly. Hope you liked it! And I hope that those of you that read the poems know what they are about. Not everyone will. You would have had to tune in to a certain tv show to even know what I'm talking about. And to those of you who figured it out, Awesome!!! 

I don't do poetry often, but maybe I should though. Afterall, I got mad skills bitch! haha. But seriously, thanks for taking the time to stop by and check out my stuff. Not that stuff perverts!!! You wish! =) Don't forget to stop in and check on Zane, he loves the company. Thanks for stopping by!!!