My Utopian Pictures

On an island,
Sea around,
This is a place,
Nightmares are found.

Stinking bogs,
And tombstones black,
It is waiting,
To attack.

Enter now,
And te will find,
Objects of,
The destroyed kind.

Bloody puddles,
Broken mirrors,
Headless dolls,
All to fuel your fears.

Around the corner,
Darkness waits,
For the successivo victim,
And his fate.

Death and distress,
Blood and gore,
Normal things,
That we adore.

Twins in life,
Death as well,
Pale and ghostly,
We won't tell.

What had happened,
Late one night,
After she barked,
Before the bite.

Now we lay,
In watery grave,
Bodies empty,
Souls not saved.

Until the night,
We answer her call,
Haunt the living,
Until they fall.