The memories escape through my lungs
Screaming beyond my body like a ghost
Devoid of delight
I am afraid
I try to fight like an animal
Reach and grasp
Beneath this delirious terror
No light life
Or fire
Only a sick mind
See how hungry death makes me
Ripping skin
Always loud like a rainstorm
The raw aching meat tastes metallic
Why run?
It's always night here
Beneath the moon's breast
I never knew depth
Until this horrid dark place
I am finally free
By dawn's rosy fingers
Only to crawl into death's chasm
To start all over again
The next moon
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Malice
FantasyThere once was a legend of a boy who wielded the Vorpal sword. "He took his vorpal sword in hand; Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree And stood awhile in thought." From out of the Tulgey Wood he came, an...
