"My friend is here" the child squeals
the scars of last of last tie have barely healed
the monster grins
eyes of blood
teeth of knives
skin of sons
the child smiles
he forces a laugh
there is noone for miles
but the rusty tracks
the child hugs him
he pulls out a knife
noone is there
the time is right
a plunge, a cry
a deep hidden sigh
a scream
a tear
a dark crazy stare
the end has come
a struggled fight
2 hysterical screams
late at night
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Monster
PoetryWhen we were young we were foolishly unaware of the darknessess that inhabited our world. The monstes that were all around us . Not the standard made up boogey man or the monsters inside our closests but monsters that could only be identified by th...
