Paranormal
By Seer
I look at my friend As she lies on the bed I look in her eyes They're glossy and dead Demonic sounds Roll from her mouth Entering the room The exorcist shouts Things lift off And fly about the room I fall backwards Fearing my doom Screams billow up From a world of pain I feel my blood Freeze in my veins She floats off her bed And becomes a living ghost That looks to kill And my friend is her host Written March 7th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 01:57 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I look at my friend..."