filled with little secrets and engraved with intricate nasty deeds.
splattered in inhumanity and sprinkled with emptiness.
black as what's in your chest and flaring up at bloodlust.
dripping a trail of blood, pathing its desired way into your hungry mouth.
stained in red with cursive letters of an unknown language
laced with runes and holding a paling corpse.
beating yet no pulse.
growling but full.
shaking but not with nerves
walking, moving, but not seen.
shadows curling,
dark clouds rolling,
black eyes staring,
dead ghouls moaning.
this is how i would describe the person that ripped my heart out of my chest
