Icy thickness invades his veins,
as blood seeps from his neck,
at first was just sweet innocence,
now turns to morbid truth,
she never knew,
she never thought,
that what she was,
couldn't be fought.
A monster lays await inside,
watching all that she does,
waiting for her to feel,
and waiting for her to love,
destroying all that she has,
killing what once she was,
it took her at night leaving her alone,
killing her family and taking her home.
It invaded her body,
corrupted her mind,
never knowing what she does,
never able to rewind,
it looks for ones that she could love,
lets her fall allows her to stall,
but once again he takes it all.
He forces her actions,
and makes her forget,
so once again their she will sit,
covered in blood of new ones to miss,
awaking from darkness,
and seeing it clear,
their last look of panic,
their last look of fear.
they slip into darkness,
and slip into death,
crowding her mind,
just like the rest.
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My Broken Poetry 2
PoetryI'm gone, I've got nothing left, A shadow of a shell, A soul sent down to hell, I'm gone, I've cut away the last of who I was, My wrists are bleeding because, I'm not the same as once I was, I'm gone, I've lost myself, No warning to keep the beasts...
