The Campbell's Kid

United States

A Tired But Happy INFP
Procrastinating Writer and Author
Something Of An Ambiverted Mushroom Boy
Young Artist With A Focus On Animation And Character Design
Always An Ally And Hopeless Romantic
Supportive Dad Vibes
Stay Soupy <3

Message to Readers

May Be Disturbing

Just Leaves Me Guessing If I'm A Sycopath

January 15, 2019



It drinks tears
It eats hearts
It paints with blood
It’s form of art

It cries laughter
It licks scars
It claws in wrinkles
It loves the stars

It feels nothing
Death is it’s game
It rips at insides
It lights the flame

The fire in your eyes
It consumes your soul
It’s broken pieces  
It wants to feel whole

It drinks bone marrow
It feeds on your sorrow
It basks in suffering
It sees no tomorrow

It wants to kill you
From the inside out
It rots your emotions
It makes you shout

It makes you scream
You cry and fight
It breaks your heartaches
It continues to bite

To bury deeper
to cause you pain
To break your trust
It loves this game
It chases you
The dead of night
It’s coming coming
Try to fight
The shrill screams echo
The candle burns brighter
Your heart is beating
It has the lighter
Brighter higher
Screaming pain
No escape
Rotting brain
Stabbing stabbing
It’s too late
It has you now
This is your fate
Screaming screaming
No one comes
No one loves you
Pounding drums
Darker darker
Broken eyes
Gravelly whispers
The candlelight dies


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