It was the Sunday I can never forget
The secrets that was written and lost
Was brought back in light
Sister and I was just helping grams
The wallpaper must be replaced
But it was covering a hole
One I had no idea was there
The **** hole
And my ******* curiosity
That demanding to be heard
My hand with a mind of it's own
Reach into the darkness
Full of dust and webs
Until a notebook appear in it
Notebook after notebook
Till the pile reach my hip
As a marathon began
Swapping out one with others
The sun fall behind the horizon
When I finish
I can't believe it
What I read
But more importantly
What I saw
My sister eyes once with life
Now with death
Tears of blood running down her cheeks
The smile chilled me to my bones
Now as I became a part of
the island that our family own
I can't but hope the baby
In my sister arms
Won't become like the rest of us
On this island of bones

When I was younger I saw something
running on an alley right behind me,
it wasn't a person, it wasn't an animal,
a thing is the only way I can describe it.
I was with a cousin and both of us ran
most importantly, both of us saw
and to this day we can't forget.
It was all black and had bright red eyes
the shape was like a person's but way bigger.
What would've happened if we hadn't escaped?
Where would we be if one of us stayed?