Monster


The streets that were once filled with joy
Are now empty and dead
The screams of joy turned sour
Children huddled in corners
Hiding from the monsters that roam the dark

Walking down the halls
The thunder was too much
The sky was shaking with every step
He looked at the looming shape
Standing in front of him
Tremors ran up his spine

As he turned to walk away
He tripped on the hole in his heart
He watched as he fell
Into the pit of despair
He looked into a mirror
And only saw the monster
Roaming the dark

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