Death Board

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Literature Text

The color red sings to me
It promises blood and terror.
A scream at night
Brings me near,
Near the one i cannot see.
The ouija board tells me of death
It beckons me to ask again;
Yet the cursor moves alone
Spelling out his name.
Telling me what i can't see.
To be with the one i dare not speak.
He's on a side i can't stay on
but he brings me closer.
Closer to him
Closer to death
And even closer to my destiny.
I forgot how i came up with this i just remember that i was really hyper, so yeah. Yes, i do own a oujia board, yes they do work, but this poem isn't about that so yeah. This poem is one of my favs.

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