Oh how lonely it is
to be trapped in this body
with only words bled into pages
as my escape.
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...
Lonely
Oh how lonely it is
to be trapped in this body
with only words bled into pages
as my escape.
