Night Moves

the night moves


slithers across my skin

skitters across my brain

stands before me like a man

won't release me from his morbid game

drowns out my screams 

with his ever-widening dark

pierces me to my very soul

and leaves me ripped apart




the night moves.


  • Quemis

    : (


  • Garry

    Very dark. Really enjoy your writing style

    • JustABird

      Thank you. It feels better to write the dark stuff, I think. I can dredge up the feelings I want to portray more easily.

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