Waiting
Waiting for the beast
Loud snarls coat the room in dread
Claws buried into concrete deserve a harsh tug on the leash
Chains cutting into the soft flesh feel the warm blood trickle from the wounds
Enlighten me, fowl feind
Grant me what you know for your freedom
Soul ripped from the body
Small whines glaze the room in praise
Pull me into the drowning waters
With your hands
Call for your kin
They will free you of this prison
Dead eyes are hauled away, chained tightly
They fear the beast
Let your soul waver, wander, between the ways
Spread your claws, show them what they’ve done
Feel the wind, let your soul breathe
You
Have
LOST
And here you were, waiting for your closest ally
YOU ARE READING
Random short stories and snippets that I wrote
Science FictionThis will be a collection of all the little writings I do just because. Some of the stories will deal with darker subjects such as death and body dysmorphia. I also drew to cover art.
