Brevity, Quill


I feed on fear. When guns fire up the sky and your mother holds you tight, knowing her end is near. When you walk on an empty road and the street lights seems to go off. When you play near the dilapidated borders and a barbed wire scratches your skin. When a ticking bomb nestles in a train you are sleeping in. When the starry night is shattered by bolts of lightning. When your kin are murdered and you are next. I come. I feed on you, your hopes and aspirations. I devour your light. I crumble your faith and tear apart your soul. I am a ghoul who always lurks in your shadow.

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