Black Creek Crossing

Black Creek Crossing was where I died
A merciless killing that wasn't suicide
He lured me there with sweetness in his breath
Yet the fungus he devoured me there in my death

He promised me surprises and he didn't disappoint
He tore me from limb to limb and then joint by joint
A ripper like Jack they called him by name
He studied his victims carefully, those he would maim

He chose the creek because of the black waters there
With the red blood water rising, it fit in with his snare
Like a wild animal caught with no way to escape
The knife blade cutting flesh while eyes stared agape

Was no use to scream for help and no hope to grasp
As the killer bore down while my breath couldn’t last
In the final moments before I succumbed to my death
I drowned in my own blood as I gasped for my breath

Then a funny thing happened as I accepted my doom
I woke up screaming on my bed in my room
I searched the darkness for things that were unseen
But it was only a nightmare, just a bad dream.

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