Le Monde Est Cruel et j'Espère Que Vous Planifiés Dans le Temps pour les Horreurs

i just wrote this...

I crave blood...

Not to eat

Just to see

Seeping

Weeping...

Take it from one who harms

Or the hero of the day....

Taking from those who had begged

And having the forms of souls

Butterflies of silk fluttering...

Calling you to the Eden

Of where you came

Singing your lullaby...

Imagine...

Its a world you created

Only for you

What would be in it?

What sights to behold?

Fountains?

Bridges?

Flowers beds?

Music?

Waterfalls? 

Animals?

What will you choose?

In your eyes the truth holds...

Author's Note

I just wrote this and idc where it went :)