Point Of View Poem by William Mowell

It's Halloween and Amityville is on TV
You are starting to fear that which you can't see

Look outside at the shed
The light is on, and it's splattered red

Is it your imagination or is it real
You stare at someone else' meal

Where did this person go
Was he here, or did your mind sow

The memory that lies about the truth
Wondering if a killer, is only a sleuth

The man behind the shadow, why is he here
Does it really mean, you have something to fear

Your mind spitting lies, and your body can't move
Does this man have a motive, or something to prove

You feel the knife as it cuts deep inside
It's all going dark, you've lost this time

Bleed to death at the hands of a killer
It all turned out, like a movie thriller