NightmareA Poem by Shakita Slater
Evil.
For what is this substance that consumes our soul? That slowly eats away our existence as if it were a delicious daily meal. Could it be of one's frantic imagination? Or possibly is it real? A lingering mystery, us creatures ponder upon. That triggers our deep emotions. That sparks a fuse in our minds. That puts a poison in the blood that runs through our veins. Our vision is blinded to the unknown yet it discovers a way somehow to make us obey. Power is the answer to its lasting reign. © 2016 Shakita Slater |
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Added on May 6, 2016 Last Updated on May 6, 2016 AuthorShakita SlaterArkham Asylum, GAAbout-Single Mother (w/personalities of Harley Quinn & Morticia Addams) -Writer/Poet -Coffee Addicted☕ -Vampira⚰🦇 -Blogger -Tomboy💪🏽 -Unicorn🦄 -Witchy Wom.. more..Writing
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