Friday Fun #7

sjw • 1138 followers

Cold shells buried deep, buried deep under iced sheets,
Snow covered body limbs, body limbs no longer heat.
@yikici

Footsteps leading away, leading away from devilish play,
Guilt no longer felt, no longer need he pray.
@EDog

For no redemption for such a man, such a man with gruesome plans,
Seeking out his next warm soul to sink them deep into a hole.
@ckahn

So he walks free in this land, in this land under his command,
Looking for a shade of red, a shade of red for desires unfed.
@sarahgamal

His whispered wish lay ripped apart, ripped and torn to match his heart,
A heart that once showed him the way, but that way's deadened, come what may.
@leelee101

The sun arises and bodies thaw, bodies thaw and up they claw,
Hunter hunted revenge they seek, revenge they seek, no longer weak.
@burrfoot

Dragging their tortured souls, their tortured souls will play out their role's,
Darkness shades their world, shades their world as their vengeance is hurled.
@sjw

#dark-poetry #fridayfun #general #murder #psychological-horror #revenge #serial-killer

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