PHANTOM POEM AND FOUND POEM

FOUND POEM

The riddle house,

Missing,

Unchecked,

Unoccupied,

Fifty years before,

All three riddles…Dead,

Eyes wide open,

As cold as ice,

Police,

Summoned,

They wasted their breath,

Pantom Poem

Knifes can hurt you,                                                You’re not going going to live                       Blood oozes out,

Scissors can cut you,                                                ————————————-                    Run away… if you dare,

Blood oozes out,                                                     You’re lucky you’re alive,                                    Knifes can hurt you…

Bits of flesh coming out,                                     Time to die…. You know it,                           But beware when he comes

———————————                                You’re not going to live,                               looking for you….

Scissors can cut you,                                              Run away…. If you dare                                There’s… No….Escape…

Your lucky your still alive,                                   —————————–                            He….he… he’s coming….

Bit’s of flesh coming of you,                              Time to die… you know it

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