He wasn't always this way.
At one point he was just any other college student
A kid with a dream,
And one obsessed with reading.
He didn't remember much from his past,
Well, he shut it out.
As a child he was neglected,
Shunned by his own mother after his father's death.
Forced to watch, as she worked herself to death.
He made a single friend,
One who he himself was forced to shun
After turning into a repulsive monster,
One forced to eternally feed on others.
Crimson red,
Crimson red was all he could see.
His mind was blank,
His body weak,
He suffered immensely.
Forced to become something he wished not to be.
Forced to hurt others so he himself could thrive.
He endured countless tortures,
His mind sloughed and cracked.
He couldn't eat.
He couldn't sleep.
He was about to break .
But no one was there to catch him just as he shattered.
His broken mind, incapable of empathy
Incapable of feeling-
Now he would be forced to feed,
Injuring as many as had injured him
He couldn't stop,
He didn't have a choice.
But he wasn't always this way,
Once he was just an innocent child,
Forced to bear hardships,
That turned him into a ghastly shell of what he once was.
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Decalcomania
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems that anyone who wishes to read can. There are themes of love, stories, and beauty that can be found within each poem. Anyone and everyone can read these poems if they need something to relate to or just pick up af...
