I wake, I hunt, I consume, I kill
The monster within me is hard to conceal
I become destruction, but it's not my will
To attain all I want, that is my vow
Running from me, would be of no help
I am what I do in the dark now
I bleed only for myself
I'm dressed in obsidian, but my hands are red
I've lost my touch with empathy, my humanity is dead
The only solution I see, is my body full of lead
But it's not that easy to make me bow
I'm not a helpless little whelp
I am what I do in the dark now
I bleed only for myself
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A Swing of Verses
PuisiVariety of poems swinging through my different emotions, inspirations and motivations. Many of them are inspired from or focus on certain fictional characters, so keeping that in mind while reading would be very much appreciated. Also I'm not focusi...
