Looming.
Watching.
Hunting.
Stalking.
It never
Leaves.
It's too hungry for that.
It will always be hungry.
It will always prey on the
Weak.
On us.
Or maybe we are the
Strong.
We're strong enough to feel, strong enough to
Admit.
But we're not strong enough to
Escape.
Who is?
This beast is a hard one to defeat without getting
Torn apart.
At the very least you get ripped apart quickly, your life
Over
In a flash.
But then there are the
Strong
Ones.
The ones who
Hold on
To life.
It hurts to be torn down slowly,
Day
After
Day.
And yet I remain strong.
I wish I was weak.
❤️A note from the mind of Horror❤️- Again, not about me. I mentioned that in Black Abyss (the poem) and I really hope you all aren't worried or anything. I just like dark poetry, because I feel it expresses topics that everyone can relate to, no matter what part of the world you're from. Not depressed, don't worry 😉
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Black Abyss
PoetryA collection of poetry that covers issues from all over the world, issues that strike everyone's lives. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you find meaning in the words I scrawl on this page. ❤️ --- Thanks a ton to LYNWAH for being such a wonderful friend...
