Odin Kaine

24 | Male | He/Him

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In the darkness of the night when your sleep lay ahead
When you're thrashing and turning but seeping with dread
Oh you know someone's after you, out for your head.

You hear his footsteps tap tap on the floor.
His eyes are an ice, with lust for the gore.
You hold your cold breath and close your eyes tighter,
Oh you wish things could've been just a little bit brighter

And nothing will save you, nor sheets nor your bed.
For the vengeful angel has come

to make you beg you were dead.