I am quiet.
My steps are so soft no one can even tell I'm there.
My sharp fangs glisten in the moonlight as I sneak up behind the next man who did a woman wrong.
Blood is caked on my features but he doesn't see
He doesn't let out any sound as I grab his neck, drinking his life source
His body is dropped in a coffin as I peer out for my next victim
No one fears me
I don't even fear myself
Always living on my primal extinct to kill the men that hurt the women
Their blood is weak
But I don't care
They're terrible creatures who don't care about anything but propping themselves up
Tearing others down
The city will thank me
Mothers will thank me that their terrible sons are gone
Wives and babies will thank me
Maybe even the men.
My skin doesn't sparkle in the sun
It burns like ash
Fluttering away in the sunlight
Night is my time
Moonlight guiding my path
Telling me where my prey is
Teeth snapping as I prepare to fight if I have to
But there's never screams
No, it's always silence
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The Darkened World - Poetry Collection
PoesíaThis is just a poetry collection of stuff that I've written over time. I'll add to it whenever I feel like it, but it involves a lot of my innermost thoughts on the world.
