The sound of my heartbeat is what I hear when fall asleep,
resting my mind to a peaceful state, or so I thought.
Clouds swarm my vision, when trees start to appear.
Mist is hot like boiling water on the stove,
Burning my flesh to the bone.
Shadows appear around me in a circle,
Chanting to satan's song.
Stripping a animal of its innocence,
to do the ritual.
Changing me to a worshiping demon,
Screams erupt from me in a blaring haze.
Everything then stops,
So silent that you can hear my blood drop.
Losing so much, my mind is very muddle.
Opening my eyes I see my ceiling.
All too suddenly I sit up with a blaring pain,
I looked down and seen that the devil's mark is embedded to my skin.
Looking around I see my room,
thinking maybe I woke up from that terrifying place.
Maybe I woke up from that nightmare,
But who can explain my cursed mark.
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Poems Of The Unknown
PoesíaDifferent ways of life is not important, but the experience of life is. The world works in mysterious ways, but its up to us to decide what path we chose. Evil or Good. Dark or Light.
