ChildrenOfTheMoon

Half a human Half a darkness animate In fear of itself Depletes itself In corners of the mind In torture chambers Of the heart Half a monster With a face grotesque Despising itself And the ones around Skull is swollen Worm-like thoughts Chip away at reason Half a shadow Behind the tired eyes A fractured mirror Reflects the soul Distorts humanity Never nurtured As worth having Half a person Body functions without feeling Half a spectre Not of this world Anguish dissipates Into the confusion Of chasms within