Hormones and Other Teenage Hazards: Poetry book 2

Sin Reaper

I can see the way you look at me,

wishing to be silenced,

with all that's coming,

waiting,

watching,

calling for the help that will never come,

your soul unraveling as you come undone

I won't free your soul just yet,

lurking in the shadows,

I watch you squirm,

suffer,

feeling the sin and regret choke you, drag you

down

Down,

out of existence.