They keep haunting me
They wish for my screams
My blood
My pain.
They torture me with their words and feed off my fear.
To see me suffer makes them smile.
Killing me slowly with their words
Their actions
Their desire for blood
Nothing stills them, nothing ends their monstrous cravings
YOU ARE READING
Broken Soul
PoesíaThese poems are how I vent, they come from my problems and help keep me alive.
