An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
“Welcome Home”
I am a fan of the melancholy,
the morbid,
and the macabre.
A glutton for the gore and the grotesque.
A shameless slut for a slasher or two..
I’m hoping this is also you.
See I find it easier to write about
what I know and I like.
If I hit a bump or two and I cannot seem to write a thing, I like.
I just look into the dark for a spark.
If you make friends when the sunshine dies where the sidewalk ends…
Where creepers find a home to crawl,
You are in for a treat.
Take your seat.
This is my homage to the strange,
the odd one out,
the girl who forgot her shout, and
the boy who had her back but never his own.
You are no longer under attack.
Welcome home my sweet outcasts.
Whisper to the void it might whisper back