Do you ever wake up
And feel different than before?
They say it's because you're
Being used but I'm not sure.
Last night the window was left
Opened shifting the cold.
And before I drifted off I
Could hear the faintest of howls.
The demon calls,
A voice speaks to me.
But I know better
Than to believe.
The solitude of this night
Will grant you slight madness,
If only you realized what
Was truly happening to your
Fellow dreamer.
Blood on the floors.
Marks on the doors.
Vegenance.
A voice cries out tonight.
YOU ARE READING
Collective Shadows
PoetryDark. The whole world has gone dark. I can barely feel my bones chattering against the wind. Some say the beast awakened again but I know better. He never went to sleep, cause why would he? Collective Shadows is the mind blowing poetic compilation...
