Months of worry
But something feels wrong.
In the dark presence of it all, myself, lurks one
A solitary corpse.
It's already bound to be gone
I've known for a long while this was going to happen.
When you are near things
They are taken away.
Amidst their, another, being gone
I met another.
Another who was willing to help
Despite everything I told them.
But, truly
Is there any story?
No story
All stories
Some stories
I've already seen it all.
YOU ARE READING
Follow Me
Horrorthis was more of an experimental work -- the predicate upon which the more current work is being produced. I hope that when the time comes for a new work you all will enjoy it. Thank you for reading.
