there in the dark it waits,
hungering and sulking,
others walk it by,
maybe even you do,
maybe it even lets you by,
sometimes,
but other times,
it leaps from the shadows,
so quick it could be invisible,
and it latches onto you,
and you collapse,
tears falling,
memories flooding,
the beast has it's meal,
and when it's done,
it scurries back to the dark,
and waits for you.
YOU ARE READING
Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
