Can't think of a name for this, any ideas?
Dear my fellows
I shall let you know
That what I do here is just me
I stalk my predators
And scare them at night
I make a feast of their bones
And feed off their fright
And their blood keeps me fed
I take most of them
But keep some for you
I like to see your faces
When you find the present I've left
In all of its places
And then comes the screams
That howl in the night
Their pitch full of fright
Just because of what I left
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Distinctive scent and outline New morning through old night He promised everything would be fine In his perspective sight. Centuries of the deceased When did trouble fade away.
Darkness, And frost bite, Bind as one, Ice & forever night. Below the sun. Silence written in silk, Numb and compromising with death. A lip sealed deal.
His cold hard stare. Will suck you into his world. The darkness is all he knows. His lips all chapped and furled. Sandpaper feel face. He hasn't shaved for days. A deathly aroma.
Looking in the mirror, facing everything I fear. Myself. Blank eyes, looking through the mirror. Wondering why I'm here. Questioning everything in the sight, rethinking is this really right.
The slow black shadow. Swallowing my feet. Stalking me. A depressing black. A friend till the end. Or a dark presence. Neither I will ever know. But she leaves me at dark. Leaves to who knows where.
You sneaky little thing. I very nearly missed you... It's not surprising, you're upside down on the floor. Oh wait... I'm the one that's upside down. But you're still on the floor.
He kept them in the chest freezer, he kept them out of sight. He kept them in eternal sleep, where they would never feel the light. He had a tall fridge freezer, in which he kept his food.
He gorged himself on her beauty, until he could not consume any more. The taste of her was soothing, the taste of her was raw. He drank in her perfection, and savoured each sip of her wine.
Name: Dear my fellows. That way it looks like a nice thing but in reality it is...um...you know what I mean
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