bitter chill, to make your loved one ill with your games of deceit
infected waste, your soul corrupt looking for your next thrill
hideous greed, your master gorging off the pain of others
dreaded deed, to attack the vulnerable when they plead
darkened incantion to soothe the restless
who bite at the bit to be released
an army of wraiths of a macabre nature
left without form to wander
They must exist off your table of gluttony
inspiring bloodshed, your soul has a choice
Give yourself over to temptation or abstain
be warned their bloodlust is great
They will ride you into submission
Then leave you to hang for their crimes
The humans will only see the blood on your hands
They jump from body to body
feasting on your sanity
Finding your weaknesses, they apply pressure
The anxiety grows, you’re about to break
Just remember, come judgment day
The choice was yours to make
Beautiful carnage
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hello dearest Poet thank you my friend getting back to my roots for a bit ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. I concur with Speak. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you for your nice comment on this it’s appreciated ❤️