5 years ago. September 30, 2019 at 3:47 AM
Unleash...
The brutal storm...
I am prepared...
I am at ease...
For as I dream...
The visions came...
All dark...
All Grey...
With hair so pale...
He took her throat..
But I stop still...
And I did fail...
The million screams...
From nursery rhymes...
Now fill my soul...
There is no pride...
The little ones. .
The ones quite bold...
That made me smile...
Then left me cold...
The whispers gone...
Just cackles wild...
My heart is dark...
The soul a myth...
Now mother weep...
But fear no more...
When body smashed...
Upon the stone...
And crimson blood...
Has no home...
I will just fade....
And not invade...
The place you love...
Where Angels roam...
Another place...
Another poem...
The bastard wails...
Without a soul...
