With a grasp colder than ice he reaches for your heart
going for the quickest means to tear you apart
a shadow formed by the fear of the unknown
A king on top of a hopeless throne
with no mercy and no hesitation
he reaches in and performs the unspeakable with no fear of retaliation
for this is the domain of shadows made of smoke
the king that sits by your bed and with a gentle stroke
of your head implants immediate feelings of dread
for these are the things he requires to be fed
with an insatiable hunger that requires constant feeding
and with no end until you stop breathing
the shadows will haunt your bed side unceasing
there is no where for you to hide
from this the rising tide
for when he has found where he will stay
there won't be anymore bright and happy days.
YOU ARE READING
Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
