Its eyes were dark.
No special shine,
No hint of soul beneath.
It only looked into mine.
Flesh was no horror,
No gushing sickness
From its pores.
But, cold and taut,
Stretched across its being,
Skin wasn�t its own
But brought forth from the dirt,
For justice.
As I gazed into it,
As another was slashed before my feet,
I felt the truth.
There wasn�t any stopping
To what came next.
But I ran.
Cracked and scarred,
Blood pulsating
Faster
Faster I must run,
To have a chance.
Leaves are rustling
And limbs are creaking,
Bowing down
In obedience.
Every shelter has gone,
Any chance of mercy dissolved.
Hallowed ground
Tainted.
It�s here. I feel it on me,
Sworn by vengeance,
It cannot stop,
Never sleeps.
Unseen terror grasps my heart,
As I feel its breath.
My blood runs cold,
Drifting through slumber,
Never to wake again.
Flush against the dark,
I am gone
As it takes flight
And devours the sky.
