“You grow claws to protect,
The sharper the better,
Enjoying the sight of them
Slicing up skin, flesh
Right to the bone,
The scent of blood suffocates:
You are not the one
Who is bleeding tonight.
You feel your skin glow,
Horns, wings, tongues,
Running your fingers along
Their trembling skin,
You close your eyes:
You are not the one
Who is screaming tonight.
In the swarming pit of wailing howls,
You stand, proud, wishing to
Rule them all.
With bared fangs, you reach out, gasping for air, flashing eyes -
Yellow, Red, Purple, it all
Flows together tonight.
——
Yet, you are the one
Who screams, trembles, howls,
Scratching your skin with your
Claws, biting your flesh with your
Fangs, breaking your horns,
Tearing your wings out,
You are the one who
Loses tonight,
Wishing to get out.”
About the Creator
Shadow T.
Hello there,
I am a 20 year old young adult from Bristol. I enjoy writing poems, creating stories, reading and playing video games in my free time.
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