© Amber Kalkes 2014
{He}
He is a creature of habit, a lurker in the night.
He discovers and feeds off of human fright.
Hidden in the darkest corners in the secret parts of your mind,
He will claw and rip you apart until he gets what he came to find.
A monster in the darkness but an angel in the light,
He will turn everything wrong that was once terribly right.
A nightmare to all who fall under his spell,
He will devour every beautiful lie he demands you to tell.
For he is a creature of habit, a stalker of purity.
He is the selfish taker in the face of your charity.
With eyes of feral greed he will lust for your fragile pride.
Even to gain false favor he will forever take your side.
He is a creature of habit, a craver of your soul,
May he never see you and make you pay his toll.
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Wishing On A Supernova
PoetryMy second collection of my very own poetry :} {Completed}
