Poetry #16

Snatcher of souls

Give back what you stole 

There was bliss and joy

Now terror and deception

Rise to destroy 

Bring back the Essence 

With which my body lives

Through million lives

Return my Presence 

And I’ll spear your existence  

beyond death and fate

Or I shall hunt your conscience 

For It will be too late

Cursed to the bone

Forever All alone