The Dead Knocking

The dead knocked on my door
hungry for blood and gore
I didn't know it was the dead
and if I answered hope would be bled
I couldn't see their decayed corpses
or feel any living dead forces
I heard the dead talk
and they knocked and knocked
so finally I opened the door
and was turned into blood and gore
now I know what it's like to be dead
and every night I rise from my coffin bed
now I knock on the living's doors
hungry for blood and gore
you may answer your door one dark day
and feel your life rot and decay.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

That picture is rather creepy and the poem is nicely creepy....can you hear the SCREAM yet, I can!

[Star Wolf]

The Grim Reaper knocking at my door. I aint' answering. Awesome write. I feel the graveyard inching closer after reading all these death poems!

[Tina Kline]

Creepy picture to go with a very chilling poem. Great job!

[Marie Harrison]

I'm looking out the peep hole for you now! Terrifying poem.