Cannot see the broken

They cannot see the broken…they only see another way to shatter the remaining pieces.The blood that pours from open wounds while they cut deep enough to kill.Light in bright eyes fades into a rainbow of somber saddened shades.Digging they dine on a soul that’s almost gone.Nobody they say…it wont matter the cruel games the tormentors play but when the prey becomes the predator..they tremble in fear at the beast they have brought forth because it is as cold and ruthless as they were.Teeth chattering to taste the bittersweet banquet of turning tables.



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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