The Boy in the Rain by Creep Creepersin


The Boy in the Rain
By: Creep Creepersin

On a night, dark and stormy,
In my bed, cold and lonely,
There was a noise which awoke me,
From out in the rain.

I rose from my bed and began to walk,
Nerves and fears in my mind's thought,
From outside I heard someone talk--
The voice drove me insane.

Out the window I looked in my fit,
Where I saw a boy run and skip.
From his face, blood did drip,
Yet, he had no pain.

His laughter rang out so loud,
Bouncing off a dark storm cloud,
Then lightning struck and I ducked down,
But the boy, he saw me plain.

He stopped playing his little game,
And to my window quickly came,
My screams I could not refrain,
And so I quickly hid.

For some time I heard no sound,
Yet my heart did quickly pound,
My face could not break its frown,
But, look out the window I did.

About an inch from my eyes,
In the rain, to my surprise,
Was the boy--he had no eyes,
And his face still dripped of blood.

I screamed and fell as I jumped back,
Feeling that I was under attack,
But still the boy, the boy just sat,
Sat there in the mud.

Gashes down his face so wide,
As if they were tears he had cried,
From deep, dark holes instead of eyes--
I screamed, "Go away!"

When I yelled I clenched my fist,
As nausea rose from my stomach pit,
But a smile was upon his lips,
And he said, "Come out and play."

I stood up and yelled, "No!"
Vanished, did the boy go,
But, a trail on the ground of his blood flow,
Went across the street.

Out my window I had looked,
A good, deep breath I finally took,
But then, my whole body shook,
When I heard a dying woman shriek!

He has killed the woman across the road,
She really wasn't very old.
It's my fault--'Go away" he was told,
And now he's running to the house next door.

I heard another person yell,
I heard them as their body fell,
I could no longer stand this hell,
My heart was now so sore.

I jumped up and ran outside,
Hoping that I soon would find,
The boy who committed the crimes,
Of this passing day.

When he saw me, the boy he squealed,
His eyeless, bloody face had zeal,
And my fate, I knew was sealed,
When I said, "All right, let's play."

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