The Black Mass
it just stood there
with it's wings spread out like a peacock.
holding a knife, soaked in blood.
He killed me,
like i was an ant.
Cutting my stomach open,
snapping my ribs like a pen.
he grabbed my heart and squeezed.
i didnt scream, i couldn't
he sewed my mouth together.
i couldnt see,
he grabbed my eyes with tweesers and pulled them out.
after all this torture, he got his knife,
and slashed at my heart.
I woke up from this terrible dream.
only to see, that the Black Mass was standing,
at the foot of my bed.
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