A dark and vile monster lies in wait,
For a victim to come, alone, desolate.
Yet this monster is something quite different,
Wearing a mask of charm and innocence.
His facade so alluring,
His kind words, sweet, and assuring.
Don't fall for his lies,
For the bright hues of blue shining in his eyes;
An endless void you'll never escape,
As you see his true colors begin to take shape.
He may not have sharp fangs
That pierce through the skin,
Or talons for fingers to trap you within,
But make no mistake.
He is a monster,
A corrupt vicious snake,
That will take pride in watching
That heart of yours break.
He will bring you so low,
You'll forget who you once were.
All that will remain
Is pain and uncertainty
In a dark, dull blur.
As you break by the hour,
He'll continue to attack and devour.
Working alone,
Bringing ruin and waste,
He does his foul bidding
Without a line trace.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
