I am a passenger
in this world.
My body moves
not from my commands.
I don't remember when it started.
When I wouldn't be able to move an arm
a leg
a heart.
But now I can't move anything
as this body walks with a smile
I have never worn
and on a path
I have never travelled.
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...
