Heavy footsteps pound buried in my head
Trying not to hear the screaming
Or anything the voices said
Bleeding...((From The Tremors))
Cracking wide the narrow opening of sores
I feel the fear take hold...residing
This tongue has tasted things of sin
My psychotic break drops me to the floor
The Beginning...((It's Not What It Seems))
Snapping the back of enemy's neck
And break the back with a two by four
Punch the eyes and cut down like an insect
Rip the heart out ((To Beat, Beat,Beat Down the Door))
The Eyes are just the holes into such an empty soul...
This spider-bite will reside in darkness
A place where most won't dare go
My hunger drives the blood from the carcass
..And I hope that you will never know
Author notes
This is just how I am dealing with a new condition that I have. I suppose that this is how I exactly feel at the moment.
Comments
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This is gd
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This is great, I'm happy to see you writing here again. I'm amazed by the tempo, flow and the vivid picture play you've created.
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I loved it. It was very, dark and quite masterfully done.
I like the final stanza the best
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YAY! New stuff!
Good to see you back on AP love
This is good. makes my brain work trying to think of what each piece means in you life.
You did a good job dear.
Keep on writing [[And you'll get back in the groove of things
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