Submissions by darkangel25

he stands over her dead body,
thinking about his next meal.
lips start to water,
as he bends down.

sucking and slurping,
he remembers life before,
before this deamon took over him.
he drinks as the sun comes up.

his time has run out,
he must hide for now.
he glances back once more,
she still brokenly lies there.

soon he is no more than a memory,
nothing more than darkness,
and shadows.
nothing more than a dark shadow...