Intro

Pitter patter,
the rats all scatter.
Squealing with excitement for meat.
Their greedy little eyes glare at our flesh,
my skin crawls as we watch them mesh.
Not in a flock,
but in a crowding of millions.

Listen...as they scratch upon the door,
their little feet scraping the floor.

Death did not seem so bad,

until we encountered this.

Do you want to die now?

Then open the door, and they will give you death's kiss.

(scratch,scratch,scratch...)

A tribute to the halloween that is on our doorstep, or will be, depending upon how quickly you put your lights up,
I chose this poem cuz the other night, i was listening to a story on teh radio by Edgar Allen Poe, it's a shame they don't do radio shows anymore, i love them, (gunsmoke, 5 miunte mysteries, johnny dollar), anywho, the narration was wonderful and it scared the be-jesus outta me,
the men were stuck in a tower, surrounded by hungry rats, scratching at the door, staring at them thru the glass,
one of the men went crazy, the other had gotten an infection,
the other remained as camlm as possible,
they all got out,
the one man with the infection died,
the one that when crazy had killed himself weeks later (i think)
and the other was stuck in a nuthouse, forever thinking of rats,

so i had this sounds tuck in my head all day/night, "pitter patter"
it's creeped me out, so i wrote, i wrote and i wrote and when i stopped,
i just posted it up,

but now, there beady little eyes huant me when my eyes no longer see the light...

i gotta find some good scary stories to tell,

the one thing that interests me the most is what some people do at halloween, witches and wiccans,