~maybe This Is Home....~ Poem by carly bachor

In my own haze of fears.

there are blood-lusting monsters awaiting to feast on my blood.
i grant there wish with a wrist & a silver blade.

there are voices screaming my name
there are paper hearts with splashing water somewhere near.

in every corner there is a demon waiting to consume me.

nothing but me, the darkness, and the unknown creatures lerking.

watching me, wanting me.
this place feels like home.

this is the only place im wanted, but im wanted for all the wrong reasons.
but at least my existance is noticed.

im too lost to be found.

maybe i am found.....
maybe this is home....