“hello”
a faint voice whispers in the distance beaconing the lost souls,
long dark hands reach towards you grasping every part of you they can,
they taint everything they touch,
they hurt everyone they catch,
they’re the dark figures no one speaks of,
the sad ones that everyone suppresses until they have enough,
no one can silence them, no matter how hard they try.
the demons whisper in the distance beaconing for the weak ones,
souls like mine,
that are so frighteningly easy to grasp onto and suffocate.
gabbessmer 