[bloody kisses]: 558.Creative Void (short stories & poems).Brass Knuckles On Broken Hearts

in the night it crawls
it seeps
it hides away
ducks from thee

the monsters of the night
they leave
and the chilling aura
you bring

so don't even ask
why I'm no longer around
my spine still chills
as you make a sound

so fall away from me
off the world
you will never be in my heart
I've already been sold