It starts on Sorrow Night
When the sun goes down and the stars are bright
The vours come to devour you
They eat your soul and send it where no one has a clue
Leaving you with no emotion
Like the ocean
They like to eat your fears
Little by little until there are tears
You become a totally different person
You worsen
Inhumane, a tattle tailer, and violent
But sometimes so slient
They have a scary priority
It is the reality diary
The Devouring
