A curse left by the dead within
the walls of their foreboding
predicting screams of terror
followed by deadly silence
A loss thrown on the horns of
savagery sprinkled lightly with
a hunger of the unknown grown
from self pity and misdirection
an evil that seeks a pure being
Darkened room and eyes consumed
the spiral resumes perfumed by a
stank stale odour the old man is closer
doors slam shut got a feeling in my gut
the howling wind won't give it up
Familiar deceptions sees me clinging to
my sanity the darker side dissolves our
vanity terror its power to distort waiting
for the worst to start what would rip my
flesh and soul apart
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Zigs,
An Outstanding write!
Evil, in all forms, hunts for the purest of the pure! Beware...they’re on the prowl!
Hold on for dear life against these evils of this world who want to devour us alive!
BEWARE...
If the walls could only talk...
~Laura~
dear laura I can always rely on you to comment so thanks for that
you understand my words like few do so thanks to you ,,,zigs
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