Last year, I went through this weird phase where I wrote all of these creepyish poems... So I'll post some of them here, if thats OK :D

WHOSE BLOOD IS THIS

Whose blood is this?

Whose blood fills

the blackened pail

through wind and

hail

whose blood is this?

Whos blood is this?

the crow's perhaps

the raven sought out

and killed him last

whose blood is this?

whose blood is this?

the raven's blood?

the raven's life drained

into the pail and the mud,

whose blood is this?

whose blood is this?

the blood is yours

the raven has claimed

and he still drinks more

the blood is yours

NOTHING

Nothing hurts

nothing scratches

nothing tears

nothing lashes

nothing will ever

set me free

nothing gives pain

nothings misery

nothing is what

brought me here

nothing is

something no one

should fear

something is gone

nothing is hear

something has left

nothing is feared

nothing is dead

yet nothing lives on

nothing is something

inside of my head

PRESSURE

The pressure of life

like a hammer and nail

pressing the minds

into a will that won't fail

the sorrowful trials

like a bird song

the melody changes

the trials are gone

the pain of the grave

the very last second

the music has stopped

the body is present

(AND THE LAST ONE)

SPARROW

one small sparrow

hanging from a tree

if nobody knows

did anyone see?

did anyone see?

does anyone know?

about the tree

and the tiny sparrow?