If you're reading this
please don't worry.
I don't want you to worry.
It's okay,
I don't need help.
I don't need your pity.
So please
if you're reading this
don't worry that I am dead
because I swear I'm alive.
I only feel like a corpse.
But that's okay,
so don't worry.
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...
