Physcopathic monster,
Blood drinking carnivore.
I feel you banging at my door,
Wanting to eat my soul.
If this were my fantasy,
I'd be running carefully.
Instead I sit here patiently,
Watching as I grit my teeth.
And I wish I could pretend I don't want you,
Somehow I think there is no point.
So come on and break dow my doors,
Shatter my windows,
Find a way in,
And kill me while I'm amiable.
Break down the walls,
Break through the floor.
The night is young and I'm,
Afraid of what I'm waiting for.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
