Hi guys. This poem is kinda depressing and i may change parts of it.

The snarling black demon clung to my aching back, its long frozen fingers stretched forward to pluck my beating from my chest.

It's dark hand reached to cover my eyes from the sunlight. I huddled in a corner, surrounded by darkness, as my weak body was taken over, leaving me cold and numb. There was no sound, nor sight that could awaken me from this torment.

My heart sat in the claws of the black demon. It was slowly drawing the strength out of me until I could fight no longer. So I submitted myself to my own cold fate.

The demon locked himself in my rib cage so no one else could see him. He cut a smile into my face and put empty words in my mouth to blind others from my pain. Inside, my heart was blackening and crumbling away, leaving nothing but an empty husk.

There was nothing left, I was dead inside.

Thanks for reading, hope I haven't killed your reason to live. Please leave a review in the comments. Xxxx