I sense a predator,
that awaits my leave.
Waiting so that I won't feel grieve.
He is a beast that awaits till I'm gone,
And appear from nowhere and have fun.
Behold that beast craves my trophy.
However I care not.
But take heed I warn thee.
Thou knowest not how much I suffered to gain that trophy.
It is a curse that surrounds it.
And only I can behold it.
Take it, and pain and sorrow shall corrupt your heart.
A curse shall be your painful reward.
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Poetry in Bed
RandomThoughts that arise from laying in bed late at night til early in the morning that turn out to sound poetic enough :3 Copyright2016 //S.E.S.C.//
