I remember my face from before
When it was nice and smooth
Before I ventured into the deep
Into that jaded booth
Blades were left and right
With a figure in the center
I remember my throat feeling tight
As I glanced at the sign stating "Enter"
They took my teeth
Switched out for blades
Letting the blood seep
And put my eyes up for trade
Now when the night comes to life
I stalk the alleyways
If I run into you
You'll be like me for the rest of your days
YOU ARE READING
Book of the Unmentioned
Short StoryJust a collection of short stories/poems that I've thought of throughout the years.
