different words –feeding on emotions same
fear , hatred , anger;
some one got the thrills,
corrupted by the power
of the mask worn;
growing each day
from terror her eyes showed;
indulging in the game
outside the boundaries
once well drawn.
Hunted she was,
and maybe always,
haunted she would stay;
by the scars
his vile intentions
would become her nightmare.
Wow, haunting poem. The picture goes well with it.
Sounds like a very sad experience.
You present her terror well in these lines of poetry.
I like how this flows and seems to connect with every word linking the next. Nicely written.