Monster.
When his laughter sends chills down ur spine
Not the chills that occur from excitement
No these chills are the ones you get from shear terror
Every movement he makes causes convulsions
Just looking at his fists you can feel the weight of the anger behind them
Feeling his eyes scan your body you can already read his mind
This friends is not the life you wish for in the fairy tales of once upon a time
He is not a king rather a demon hiding behind a charismatic composure.
Every glimpse of yourself makes you sink
Because you can't handle the bruises that appear where others don't see
Those vivid nightmares of memories that slip into your mind during the day.
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