Getting ready for a date

Gotta look my best.

Holding his hand after

But still feel depressed

Cause I ate the rest

Mother calls from the attic

I go up, and no one's there.

Something is right behind me

The smells of rot in the air

A carnivorous stare.

The crow lands, looks at me

I stare back, hoping that

Someone digs me out

And he doesn't dig in

We're going very erratic and free style here, so anything goes. I feel like doing horror right now, but genre and rating may change.