"Are you alone?" a voice whispered to her
"Alone? She let out a slight laugh I'm always alone, I could be in a room brimming with people a room with with bright colors and singing, laughing, talking, smiling, and I would feel like I'm locked away in a room that is only gray and as silent as a winter night and just as cold as one I feel as if I am locked in room by myself, I try to leave but its locked from the outside there is no way in and no way out for me. I am always alone she said in a weak and desperate manner. "No you're not." the voice whispered "I am here." " But who are you?" the girl asked questionably. " Don't be silly girl, you know who I am" the voice said "I am a demon, I am the monster under the bed, I'm the voice that taunts you when you're alone in the night, I'm the cold chill you feel when you're scared, I am Portatrice di morte!" "why do you torment me?" the girl said on the verg of tears. "Is it not obvious?" It makes me happy to watch you cry to see how weak I make you, to bring you to your knees it brings me joy to torment you to bring you to the edge of death then push you off ." he said in a way that oddly sounded kind. Which made her skin crawl she asked him how long he would do this how long would he torment her and he smiled in a way that was both evil and sweet then came from out of the shadows looked into her cold dead blue eyes then gently moved the hair away from her face and tucked it be hide her ear leaned in and whispered "Till death."
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Vita et morte
Poetry" Vita et Morta" means Life and Death, and that's what my poems are about, our lives and our deaths. The Bible verses at the end of my poems are to show that there is hope and love in God and that we matter to him and since my poems don't offer tha...
