Poems from Thee_nyctophiliac
And there I stood
Facing Death himself.
His black eyes bore through my body
To my very soul
Devouring it with a glance.
He chuckled,
An...
This sour ache gripping my body,
Squeezing my soul till black and blue.
It oozes into every crevice of my heart.
Fills it until there is no...