Lost Souls

Used to be, they were the lost ones. Used to be, they were ones you'd pity.

Not anymore.

Now they crawl around at night.

Now they shy away from light.

What have we here, these wretched beings

Who wander the hallways with horrible screams?

Tearing at flesh and shadow and stone,

Wearing their teeth on sun-whitened bones,

They've lost their minds, their sanity

Lost even the wish of ever being free.

And now these maddened souls, they reach

For the only thing they'll ever see:

The hand of a child, a beating heart

Their lips a'grinning, eyes glowing in the dark.

So don't look now, you might die of fright

But you might not want to turn off the lights

I think I saw one just under your bed

Or perhaps it's already inside your head.

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Thanks for reading!

- Carina