Poem: Mystical

I am in the mist
observing my prey- am i the one?-
Bleeding internally
for this wound will never be healed
cold wrapped his fingers on my lungs
taking me away to a place called hell...
I am in the mist
observing how they devour my vowels
having my blood in their lips
laughing in without control and insanity...
I was the prey
I judge wrong...there's nothing left of me
not even my bones... they clean their teeths
with their filthy tongues and scream to the open moon
like savages fed up
my soul will return to the elements
I shall be forgotten in this obnoxious world...
that's my wish.