Vultures~ Útidúr

And the days were nights, followed by white lies
As she hoped for light, demons grew inside
Trespassing in her own backyard
Trembling with despair
She felt his presence lingering..
Then a sudden reaction from

She said
Hope he dies
She smiled

Silent days, perfect haze, copy paste
No colour in her face
Feed the fish, eat the fish, burn the sheets..
And her demons turned into mosquitoes
Her walls had no blood and the house was now cold
They quietly crept to your window
Filled with desire to feed once again

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