Watch me watching you
You let the blood soak through
As you watch me taunting you
And now you face your doom
Watch me haunting you
A ghost in your waking dreams
You used to watch me wanting you
Until the blood soaked through
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryIf only you knew how you bring us to tears. I have since learned that you enjoy feeding off our fears. If only you knew how millions of your victims felt. And as I finally found the courage, I knelt. Looking upon the graves of the long lost souls, n...
