The Hellhound Waits.

He is silent as a shadow
twisted up, he is broken,
and he awaits in my dreams.

He crawls through the spaces,
growling for my soul,
as he is waiting for me.

He is a message from Hell,
the most beautiful of Demons
here to deliver me my fate.

And finally I have fallen,
finally I am here, and
my soul is his to take.

by MsSchizo
posted on 10/21/2011

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