When I look back at it, I feel proud to have left something like that, go.
Not all people are human beings --
Some are creatures of the night.
And while I may love to devour
A fantastical story, it feels ever-freeing to have unshackled my bones
To let my spirit -- free to wander
Blossom and grow --
Dawdling through time, through space
Creatures of the night
They suck out your soul
They torture your mind
And free up your life
Of your own love and friends and family
Cornering you into a quiet den
So you're shackled in their tomb --
Forever amiss
Of the passions that once gave you life
Creatures of the night
Vile in their most horrendous way
Under the guise of love and care
But there is a little known fact to these creatures of the night
If you stick your hand into their chest
You will find...
it is in fact -- hollow.
--- Ink and Wander
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Butterfly - 12th poetry collection
PoesiaA rainbow is bursting from within me. This is my 12th collection. Poetry collections (written in this order) : 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings 10) Stoicism 11) Chry...
