He's dead.
The old hag.
The bastard.
The man who
Became the
The living
Nightmares
Of everyones
Life in
Town.
He's dead.
And yet,
We can still
Feel his
Presence.
His dark
And tormented
Soul flying
Around the
City
As he
Goes to the
Door one
By one and
Kill
Everyone.
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PoetryPerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
