Black figures
Black masses
Black hearts
Voids of fear
Voids of anger
Voids of pain
Watching...
Listening...
Touching...
Figures move swiftly
Looking human in the sunlight
Looking like demons in the shade
They arent alive...
But they sense you fear...
But they sense your anger...
I tried to hide from their touch...
I tried to hide from their words...
they always find me...
But they haunt me more...
I'm unable to be at peace and live...
They will follow till I break the bond...
-E.G.
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You know bits and pieces
Poetrythis story is for anyone who wanta to read it... it might be a trigger warning to some sensitive people. I'm sensitive. this is my life. it may spund like drama... but its all true. This is my life in the form of poems. Heart felt meaningful poems...
