Gone and forgotten,

Haunting my soul,

Oddly familiar,

Maybe a norm.


Screams and moans fill my ears,

Can I look forward to another kill?

Maybe it’s all in the thrill.

Where else can I find my fill.


Whish. Slash.

I disappear.

Not knowing when I’ll reappear.

Knowing now knowing when I’ll kill.


Darkness will fade,

And I will illuminate,

For you, my darling.

My sweet beautiful darling.

*** Cover art by Cristian Newman on Unsplash.

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