He sat in the corner of the room, his only company, the bloody head wound.
He glanced around but only found a window sheening the light of full moon.
Cowering alone
The man never shown
Slowly he entered and the blade's reflection glown.
Like an animal, knowing his doom.
He regretted his choices, he regretted his moves.
He shouldn't have done that.
Now no longer he moves.
A love written story,
Now Vengeful doom.
The man once stood tall, now cowering like an animal.
He now knew nothing but regret at the darkening variable.
The choices he made
reflect poorly at grave.
And make his 'great life' sound more like a 'troubling strife'.
For this is the man who fueded with rights.
Would now be the one not seeing the bright light.
The firey gates of a darkening hell
A life you abandoned so gleefully swell
Better without you
Better and well
Now that your spirits been cast off to hell
Burn for the humor.
Burn for the show.
Suffer in anguish amongst those who you know.
They can not help you
Not that they would want to
They wish to see you burn
As much
As we
Do.
Thanks for reading!
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The Animal (contest story)
HorrorFor the Wattpad 'The Grudge' contest. inspiration from multiple things. i reuse a lot of names in my stories so like. lets not like them lol
