It was worth a try
It was dark, it was tired It was limping, unadmired
For its wrinkled face mesmerized the innocent and its ghastly figure brought misery to the old. It was heavy as stone and cold to the bone.
Dread flooded their minds as they thought ahead of time Terror filling their grimaces with each passing chime.
Unable to move they were paralyzed. While its sharp teeth dug into their minds
They'res smiles worsened its wrath as it lurked around in their path
Piercing their souls with its eyes they were transfixed and hypnotized
Thorn by thorn it impaled their hearts and to pieces it teared them apart
as the moon loomed over their heads it was time to wake for every thought was filled with hate Their eyes blackening, they're body snapping from its weight it turned and smiled
As guilt destroyed their fate.
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Wasteland
PuisiThings you'd throw in the garbage. In a wasteland. To rip until death. And that's okay.
