In all my dreams before my helpless sight A man comes running at me, from the clutches of the night "I'm running from a monster!" he says "Please help me" he begs Beckoning at the empty horizon I stare, I stare And I wonder where In the inky darkness could the monster be hiding And suddenly he screams and collapses, He says the monster is here, But all I see is a man who's had too much beer.
Did you really think I'd post one of my horror poems on scratch? Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Credits to Wilfred Owen for the first two lines. They come from his poem "Dulce et decorum est"
