Oh how he screamed, or oh how he would scream. I had him but he was slipping. I kept whispering. Pulling him into the mist. Luring him with the shadows. I knew his worst dream and all his best nightmares. I used to be his figurine but now guess who's pulling strings. I was the new puppet master. Only my reign was terror. I would make him cry as he did I. Pain was all I knew. So it will be his anew. And I had only started my hunt.
He would crawl and he would cry and wish he never said goodbye. When he saw the ice in my eyes and the fire in my heart he whimpered. Fore he new I was done. Caring. Feeling. Loving.. And most of all, hurting.I felt pain all my life. And I was finally done. I pulled the trigger. And then his cold fear filled eyes glazed over and his body went limp. His head fell back at the same mine did. Only for a different reason. He was dead to the world and I was just beginning to be alive.
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Mystery / ThrillerLove, it's, it's a complicated feeling that scares some people so bad into feeling good. It's a hormone scientifically but it's still makes no sense. You feel it towards everyone one. From 100percent to -1percent. It will always be there. And sooner...
