Poems, songs, and story's

Pitch black

I've made a contract with a demon who's appearance is that of a nightmare. Now the shadows that betray you serve me. I was innocent once just like you, but now I'm truly wicked. You should know, monsters are real and ghost are too. They live inside us, even in you and sometimes like with what happened to me they win. Why am I telling you this? Well that's easy because we're friends to the end remember?