Horror

Burgundy handprints cover the walls.
Noises echo down the empty halls.
Glass over the picture of an old baseball team,
Quivers as the air is rent by a scream.
Shattered windows stand uselessly;
The marble bust of a woman smiles toothlessly.
Despair is heavy in the air,
Although horror too has its share.
Your breathing goes fast.
Your mind doesn’t take in anything you rush past.
Will you stay,
Or run away?

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Well, there's my horrible-as-fuck attempt at writing horror poetry. I bet you all pissed your pants from fear, right? xD
It was crap, I know. I doubt there will be any more of this.