You were a thief
in the night.
You watched from afar
to gauge my weaknesses
and the chinks in my armor.
Silent and deadly,
you snuck in.
But while most think
you stole my heart—
you really stole my mind
so I cannot write beautiful poetry
if it's not about you.
YOU ARE READING
When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
