PHIn the darkest hour the wind blow and whispering that someone is coming, to get things to be done. Only the full moon staring and the witness who knows the truth, useless body became numb and try to escape, screaming has no effect. You’re crying just to be spare but he’s ear is covered by two hands, he’s pointing a sharp thing at you and tried to tear you apart. He’s not after the human body, he wants your soul, he is satisfied, he’s taking your life, he’s heartless he doesn’t have a soul, he’s gone and you stop breathing no one is there to help until you vanish.
