Awaiting in the darkest hour
When your blood runs cold and your heart turns sour

Unshackle my wrists unleash the beast
Locked up for years silent cries and salty tears
Girlish sobs turn to roars no more shy thoughts behind a pretty face
Here now the beast awaits.

By HeatherNorwood

16 years old, lives in massachusetts and studying to speak with the death and share my writing with all. Also Honor student looking Twards being a major in florensics and working through the FBI.