TrueHeartSusie

I was not always like this This body isn't mine. I changed when I was sent there- My payment of his fine. My arms, there's far too many. My face has disappeared. I've come to the conclusion I'm something to be feared. My woods are dark and lonely. People come here sometimes. They walk along the dark roads Just taking their sweet time. Often they find strange pictures Of terrifying things I attempt to help them but I cannot stand their screams. The static noise just follows, They hear it, look, and run. I guess my debt's been paid, Because now I have no one.