He comes from the depths of the Earth
He is not quite dead
Yet
He is not quite alive either
He feeds upon the souls
Of those who dare stand in his way
He is nobody's friend
A loner
They called him the wander, the stalker, the claimer of lives. Among many others
He is a mystery
Showing up from time to time
You never know when
You never know where
So always be on your guard
For if he ever catches you
Your as good as dead
Nobody has seen him
But everyone has heard about him
And those who claim they have seen him
Are locked away in mental hospitals
For it is said
That just the sight of him
Will drive you mad
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Saturday, June 1, 2019
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