Friday The 13th

As I woke up Friday morning
a sense of doom began forming
why this darkness upon my mind
why couldn't I leave it behind
I went for a drive in my car
with another bleak forming scar
my luck turned black as night
I swerved to miss a black cat
then I crashed into a streetlight
my head all bloody, where was I at
I saw the black cat smile slyly
the sense of doom still filled me
I wandered the streets in a daze
I felt like I was in a maze
the black cat kept following behind
a sense of hopelessness filled my mind
no one helped me out at all
couldn't they hear my wounded call
I saw a vulture in the sky
I sensed that I would die
finally I collapsed on the ground
and heard a wicked laughing sound
a sorcerer was standing over me
he and his black cat were smiling slyly
he said, "Why do you think your death comes today
because it's Friday the 13th and it's time to decay."

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

Friday the 13th is always a good day. You never know when Jason might come to kill lol. Anyways this is a great poem and creepy.

[Gustan Joseph]

Very nice, really liking the rhythm. Nice poem.

[Black Cat Fever]

What a nice creepy tale, perfect of the 13th of Friday. This guys luck sure is bad!

[Star Wolf]

Eerie, but that makes it cool. A good poem for such a dark day as Friday the 135h. Don't think I'll trust black cats on that day, however.

[Inci]

wow .. scary poem.. but really good

[Tina Kline]

This guys bad luck sure was back luck. Such a sinister poem for such a sinister day. Cool write.