Wandering through the lonely darkness

Cowering in fear from the enemy that follows

Watching for movements

Listening for scratches

Waiting for that bloodcurdling face to appear

From ally to ally

Lost in a panic

Slipping through the shadows

Unable to be seen

Mind wandering

Fear eating away

Confused and alone he has nothing to turn to

Running in panic, out of the shadows

Stench of blood filling the air

Awakening again from the reoccurring nightmare

Screaming and calling for no answer he prepares.

Just the illumination of a small light and the rest lonely darkness

Blood on his pillow, tears down his cheek

With one cut he feels satisfied, with two he feels content.

The third is for pleasure, and then a knock he prepares.

Blood rushing out quickly, uncontrollably down his arm

Mind rushing everywhere

He hides from his enemy, craving it as well

Society has scorned him, and scars easy to tell.

Confused in madness, lost in agony

Forced in torture

Looking like nothing but sanity

Faith has slipped

Hope has withered

Happiness dead

And only left be a sliver

A tiny bit of life left in the cracked shell

Hiding for it’s life

A long story to tell.