On The Edge!

A new slayer was brought into the family! The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

Waking in a cold sweat without any reason

sitting on the edge of my warm bed

compelled to get dressed and go out

being drawn to an unknown destination

fear overwhelmed my very existence

as my home faded into the distance!


Can you imagine not having any self-control

with no clue what was happening to you

your legs directed by something else

down dark allies and dingy streets alone

nobody was about had death arrived

forced to a building your will deprived!


In the doorway a blurry shape stood watching

still unable to stop being drawn nearer

wanting to scream but no sound would emerge

as in your vision the creature formed

there a face that looked bloodless and pale

a deep penetrating stare in shock did exhale!


Like a guided robot I entered the derelict place

an awful smell made me want to vomit

bodies lay strewn on the concrete floor

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