July 29, 2011
creeping around
hungry for souls
searching for ending life
like a lioness searches
for a wounded gazelle
cloaked in a never ending shade of darkness
hidden by the broken hearts
and dead souls
of the people it has slung over its shoulder
like a sack of potatoes
Breaking in and stealing
the empty body of loved ones too soon
A criminal that cannot be stopped
not by the best of detectives
or the strongest of wills
Knocking at my door
I have no choice
but to invite it in
for an afternoon tea

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Mikaela said...
Aug. 9, 2011 at 11:46 pm

LOVE the similes and metaphors - I think you did good work here!

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