WENDIGO (ii)A Poem by Dash the Reaperthe continuation Days passed by, I hid
myself from the world I was ashamed of who I have become or rather what At a certain point I had to feed, after all I was turned I had an option, to let the bite marks heal or feed &
turn into a Wendigo too Don’t blame me, I fed after all I had nothing left to live
for The first one asked why as I hungrily ripped off her heart
& ate it raw Someone turned me it wasn’t my fault I replayed I watched her cry , I smiled & I never
looked back With time I couldn’t go back to my true form, I loved
inflicting pain I replaced smiles & blushes with tears & regret, I
was becoming too good at this I was loving being the Wendigo, I surrendered to the
monstrosity haunting my thoughts I once crossed paths with my sire, I couldn’t feed on
her, and lion don’t eat lion The hatred of love took root in me, I vowed not to love It was better I inflict pain than be at the receiving end I secretly hated what I had become, heartbreaker But it was too late, feeding on innocent hearts was now the
daily meal ***HEART BREAKS CAN EITHER TURN YOU INTO A MONSTER OR
A GREAT
LOVER, AS
FOR ME I CHOSE MONSTER © 2016 Dash the ReaperReviews
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Added on April 19, 2016Last Updated on April 19, 2016 AuthorDash the Reaperout of this worldAboutI am not that young and not that old either, I want to experience more in life ,the poems I write about are personal experiences whilst some I just imagine out of the blue, if you find yourself wonde.. more..Writing
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