This is a little poem about my feelings of the last episode.
Black Demise, Is It False?
She walks through the hallways with her black
Dress flaking her thighs and torso. Following her
Is her admirer. The one she hates. The one she wishes
To get rid of. He follows her like a dog in heat
And she runs with her tail between her legs
Her tatoo sings melodies in her ears
As she runs from him in this hallways of fear.
Running from him isn't easy, because his
Shadow is always clouding her mind.
She so wishes for him to leave her alone
But he will not because he is her secret
Admirer. His ugly greying beard laughing at
Her back makes her crawl with tension
And she runs faster and faster as she trys
To leave his shadow behind.
Rounding corners, rivers, mountains, she screams
As she runs. That devil of a shadow is still
Following her. Still telling her that he is following her.
Will she ever find peace from this sick man?
Could she ever wake up from this nightmare?
Her aching feet pounding the pavement as she
Hissed through her lips, her small hands balling
Up into tiny fists. She wakes up in a fit, this was
Only a dream. But what if it comes true?