I hear them;
They sing here tonight
With my
Sanity slipping slowly,
Chaos unfolding
In my mind.
I'm running out of time,
Speeding for my life
Until the snakes bite down my sides,
The pain like knives...
Awakening in the chasm of the serpents,
I bow before them like a servant.
"Don't you worry, it'll be over in a second,"
They say
As they blacken my heart,
Birth my venom.
YOU ARE READING
The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
