And it's teeth did touch me.
Tearing through flesh and sinew,
A stalking shadow set free,
Preying deep upon my blue.
Walking through my shadows,
Eyes gleaming; patiently waiting...
For my bones to break,
And my shape to change,
For me to become the beast,
That would devour you.
Dark coveting claws scraping,
Dragging past through present.
Tainting lips and hearts.
Now two circling fiends,
Teeth gnashing in contention.
Seeking blood, control, peace.
Snapping and biting,
Both bleeding out.
Dying for the surface.
Circling, biting, bleeding, neither Willing to surrender.
We become the beasts
We try to kill.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
