Underneath These Floors Poem by Ramona Thompson

Underneath These Floors



It's a unholy song
Written by the hands of a devil
Spinning endless inside my head tonight
Don't get me wrong and please don't call me crazy
Cos I know
This might sound odd to you
But I swear that it's true
This place is their home
This place they own
Creeping up on us to discover
In our dreams
Where all our thoughts believe they can go safely to hide
It is there
There where they find us

Chorus

Underneath these floors
There's a unholy endless story
There's a spirit of a man trapped
Trapped inside their own private hell
Right along side them
Screaming
Moaning
Groaning over and over and over again
Dying to be heard
Underneath these floors tonights

Because of two
So long ago
They have never forgotten
The pretty lies of man
Protrayed as the truth
Betrayed them with a fatal charm
Because of two
One of them
So close to you
They are coming tonight
Armed with reasons and weapons
No turning back from this future already foreseen
Crying
Tears never gonna stop fallin
As all around you
You see your family and friends dying
Soon the party's gonna be over and then forever
Forever to them
The creatures of the mysterious night
You will belong


Chorus (repeat)

They want you so bad
The agony of your pain
Your fear
They can almost taste
Reaching out from the beyond
To pull you in
Kicking and screaming
Becoming one
With that unknown darkest abyss of the mind
Movin'
Talkin'
Walkin'
Breathin'
Heartbeating
All within mere moments of stopping
No escape
You know that it's true
So bizzare
You almost can't believe that it's happening
Every demonic voice you've ever heard in your head
Returning tonight to torment you
Haunt you and toture you
The ceiling shaking
Your body quaking
As the fear takes hold of you
So overwelming
You could cry
Cos tonight you know
You're going to die

Chorus (repeat)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
poetry lover 15 February 2007

who is your muse? ? ? ? ? the devil

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