"We are punished by our sins, not for them"

What he doesn't remember... she will never forget. "I'm going to tell you a story... And let me tell you now, it doesn't end pretty." Since the first week of December, every Friday, one of Cole's friends goes missing. The link? They're always found dead. It is something watching, something there... Something from the past that has come for revenge. And it will not stop until it gets it.

These are my dark, twisted and violent poems. They're a combination of both my long and short piece's of poetry. Please do enjoy if you read them! Thank you!