Wandering

by Paralyzed   Aug 12, 2008


Bloodless creatures
Of the night
Hunt me for their
Sheer delight

Running, sniffing
Gaining ground
Though I try
To make no sound

The smell of fear
Hangs in the air
It's probably how
They found me there

Claws and teeth
Now ripping skin
Hungry to
Absolve my sin

Creatures of
Our hallowed Lord
Avenging all
I once ignored

The darkness of
This bitter place
Seemed to say
I'd leave no trace

How wrong I was
You cannot hide
The past will bare
What you denied

Everyone
Must pay the cost
What was right
Now is lost

Think before
You walk away
Is this the path
I wish to stray

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  • 16 years ago

    by im not the cause

    Wow thats really good nice work

    wanna read mine?