The Mark
I am the calm before the storm.
The darkness before the light.
I am the monster among the humans.
The taker of the loved ones.
Their bodies I throw out like last nights trash.
Your sweet little Angels, I love them so.
Their screams?
Like the bells of a Catholic church ringing.
The mark I leave, the calling card of the Devil.
I am the reaper.
And you will know my mark, as I'll burn it deep in
the whores chest I leave lying.
Your daughter, you'll never hold again.
But the frown of her loss, you'll wear like a
forever mark.
It's time for me to leave my mark.
Now run and pray, I don't mark you.
Shawn Gardner 10/13/'17
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