Blood flows like a mighty river
An emotional whirlpool
Tries to pull me under
I try and I try
But I can not get a grip
Sarrow flows like a mighty storm within my heart
The force of which
Will tear me apart
Darkness fills my sight
Blindness
Like the darkest night
I see nothing
I hear nothing
I smell nothing
Yet it is out there
Waiting to feast
Waiting to devour
Emotions like this is a beast
Waiting for the kill
Waiting to eat
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Published: July 23rd, 2025 06:15
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
A beast in the dark you hear its sounds and it raises hair on your skin but is often not seen. A good write Tony
Thank you
You are welcome Tony
Nicely written,
The Beast of Darkness.
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