He waits
Am chained, in pain and he waits to quench his thirst.
He's known for his claws on his victims head
I'm his only food ,alone in a cave he will eat me first
Before I arrive due to freight I'll already be dead
Those sleepless nights I had I can rest in his gut as my bed
This fiendish beast he knows I'm coming he waits
This life is cruel I'm now its trade
This fiendish beast he knows I'm coming he waits.
Copyright © Khondwaniwn Francis | Year Posted 2023
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