Phantasms of Fear

by Macabre   Nov 7, 2006


How deep goes the rabbit-hole?
The chasm of my soul,
As deep and dark as is the dream.
Makes the spirit whole.

The seeming eternal darkness
Fills with contorted lights;
And queerest little creatures
Find laughter in my fright.

The mad man serves the poisen.
The air is filled with smoke.
Voices shriek upon the wind.
I can't tell, who has spoke?

Dazed I stumble along life's path
then; "OFF WITH HER HEAD!"
With a start eyes open up;
Awake. In my bed.

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  • 11 years ago

    by SEAN

    Brilliant work