DEMON NIGHT
They appear out of nowhere
They are on a mission
Pain is their legacy
They grab me from behind
Too many of them to fight
Pain is a state of mind
I try to just not be there
Ripped and broken
Lying sent upon the ground
Moving quietly I gather up my things
And slip away
To try and resume my life
Everyone says I have changed
That i am different than I used to be
I know I have changed
Become the thing I hated most
Become the Hunter of the weak
Preying on those who can not defend
Spreading pain and destroying lives
As mine was destroyed
WOLF NOMAD
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