Sachin Maurya
Horror Tragedy Classics
The pain in the dreams
Stuck in inner screams...
Trapped in the stone
With a crack in a bone...
Waiting for rope
to live for hope...
Night terror
Thought
The poem shows the dream in midnight. The poem shows the dream in midnight.
At shore side end right at the tip of a craggy hill Stood a house haunted and grim At shore side end right at the tip of a craggy hill Stood a house haunted and...
Rape is henious, gross and sinister. Are you a mute observer of the sin? Rape is henious, gross and sinister. Are you a mute observer of the sin?
No crime is so heinous than rape.. No crime is so heinous than rape..
We are all swept away by inundated sorrow. We are all swept away by inundated sorrow.
At last, the monster jolted to life At last, the monster jolted to life
I wasted my life I wasted my life
The time has come to make them pay for all the nightmares and suffering, The time has come to make them pay for all the nightmares and suffering,
She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape She was beautiful, the corset and gown bringing out her heavenly body shape
The souls of the dead would knock on our door. The souls of the dead would knock on our door.
She cried herself to sleep some nights. She hid her tears behind a broad glued smile as the night di... She cried herself to sleep some nights. She hid her tears behind a broad glued s...
The poem describes the night on the horror street. The poem describes the night on the horror street.
Life was joyful and often tough But she dazzled like sunshine, yet happy and merry Life was joyful and often tough But she dazzled like sunshine, yet happy and mer...
The cage I am in can you please pick... The cage I am in can you please pick...
With his power unknown Hiding was a vampire in robes. With his power unknown Hiding was a vampire in robes.
But this time I felt not a thing for, since the moment I claimed my fate to be my nemesis, But this time I felt not a thing for, since the moment I claimed my fate to be m...
Of blood, bones, and muscle Of blood, bones, and muscle
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious vol... Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a qu...
Last night the Moon, Slid down the boughs of Last night the Moon, Slid down the boughs of
She crouches down, close to the muted man. She crouches down, close to the muted man.
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