From the shadows
watching and waiting.
Children of the night
come forth as their eyes,
their soulless, scarred, unforgiving
eyes bore deep into the mind.
Watching-
Waiting-
as their shapes
contort and twist
into nightmares and eventually
Hope.
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Welcome to my blog! This is just something experimental that I have been wanting to do for quite some time. Today, I decided would be the best day because I felt a bit surreal... I find being a dazed and slightly subconscious makes me want to write poems so enjoy. Remember, there's no turning back.
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