Room 410, in the corner left,
was the point of interest today,Â
the haunted room tomorrow,
It had remains of lust
scattered around the bedsheets,Â
Blood splattered
like a spider's web on the wall,Â
a trickle there, a puddle here,Â
a blood trail, made by the finger nails,Â
reminiscent of the last struggle,Â
before she had the last fall.
(Full poem in Caption)
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