Enter Thy Mind

^Waiting^

There was a man walking by a bench,

Then he noticed a horrible stench.

When he approached he saw this girl,

He jumped back ready to hurl.

Blood dripping from her closed eyes,

Flowing down her cheeks like tears.

She looked sick, like she hadn't moved for years.

His eyes lingered across her form,

Observing her, looking for something warm. 

Her brows scrunched and purplish-blue lips,

All the way to her blackening finger tips.

He heard a sound,

Then looked around,

To find nobody there.

Then he started to get a little scared.

Once again he drew near,

Trying to get over this meaningless fear.

Her eyelids shot open to revile,

Something that didn't look real.

Dark black orbs,

Longing, begging for more.

Those lips pulled in to a devilish grin,

The devil himself would cringe.

Before he knew it his life was done,

But for the girl,

Her night had just begun.