Wednesday, June 17, 2015

THEY HAUNT ME



THEY HAUNT ME

I wake up at night
And see sunflowers.
They chase me through
The house during the day.
They haunt me.

Are they real?
They have evil faces,
Leering grins,
And arms reaching for me.
They haunt me.

I must pack my bags.
I must leave this house.
And leave the sunflowers behind
To torment someone else.
They haunt me.

THE DEAD GAME