In These Dreams

by BrokenMisery   Aug 31, 2006


Blinded to their faces,
A shrill scream of silence
[They're after you again].

The drum beat marks their steps,
The wind's howl echoes through.
The crimson drenched the walls
Your graffiti to imbue.

Hammering nails into your eyes,
The shiver up a broken spine.
Fear made by human hands
To control the fragile mind.

The god of the nightmares,
The dream ends tonight
To suffocate the impure
When they sleep tight.

Blinded to their faces,
In the night they trudge
[They're after you again]...

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  • 17 years ago

    by Elizabeth Ann

    It's fear and loathing fear that encourages our racing hearts.... It is here as I say, "we as humans are inherintly morbid, I am reminded of how much I truly believe it.

    Instead of insighting darkness instead you captured. Bravo~