I walk this Earth
in the shadow of a demon.
Ripping apart souls.
hearing their tiny screams.
Soaring through a wasteland
I am dead to the world
I kill at random
it brings me peace.
The soft, warm blood
warms my heart
saddens the world
tightens their mind.
I walk among the dead
blind creatures
Death is my present
to all
Heartless and cold
the Earth ignored my presence
All souls
no longer care
BY:Malloree