Wednesday, October 18, 2017

The Beasts

The beasts of hell wait for their feast
I can’t see them
However I know they are there
Licking their lips
Eyeing their prize
They wait in the shadows
Silently for the feast

My soul bursts in flames
My heart is ripped from my chest
I toss it into the void
It is useless to me now
I need it no more
The beasts feast upon it
The sound of it hurts me
Let them feed

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