Out lurks the dark
All alone at the graveyard
Behind a tombstone you find;
Corpsy The Clown
and Daisy The Devilhound
They're playing hide and seek
going round and round
Out of the dark
at the very scary graveyard
Out peeks Dracula white as snow
He sees a yummy meal, he does
Yes he does
A cold, creepy tongue running over his lips
and he dreams of Corpsy's blood as it drips
Forth he moves in the dark
It's quiet at the graveyard
He moves until he spots him;
Corpsy The Clown
He bites his neck not a sound
Until Corpsy cries for
Daisy The Devilhound
Out of the dark
At the very scary graveyard
Out jumps Daisy to save her friend
she pots the evilness yes she does
But she is too late
From the awful bitemark Corpsy met his death
and Daisy watched Corpsy take his last breath
In the dark
All alone at the graveyard
There sits Corpsy's old friend;
Daisy The Devilhound
She's lonely again lost her bestfriend
And glancing at the corpse tears hit the ground
She'll never forget Corpsy The Clown













Comments
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There's no more life left to live...
If I can't be me, I don't see why I should even be.
This piece is great, very imaginative, and it has a sort of nursery rhyme feel to it, which adds to the creepiness. Very cleverly written
Very well-written. I just love your grothesque horror style
Now I'm in the mood to write.
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"Every week is a new type of hell week. Therefore there aren't just 9 circles of hell; there are 52."
~SK~
Grotesque horror is fun
Omg I inspired you! Awesome
It is! Hehe.
Yup, ya did. The "Dracula" thing made me want to write. Despite the heat. Oh lordy XD
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"Every week is a new type of hell week. Therefore there aren't just 9 circles of hell; there are 52."
~SK~
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'Even though I knew it was bound to happen it still hurt, like a knife through my heart, stabbing and destroying.' - Helen
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