losing your mind is not game.
creature fears beneath the sheets,
all you want is to feel his breath next to you.
the bed is empty,
the sheets are cold.
theres no one left to save,
you're truly alone.
YOU ARE READING
META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
