A red tidal wave crashing down
Among the black and grey
Iron chains unlocked again
A sick and twisted game
Drowning in the Devil's colour
Slowly taking over
A a parasitic infection
In formerly crystal water
Digging deeper into the brain
Implanting image data
Shadows dancing on the walls
In a dark moonlit chamber
Tidal wave has disappeared
Replaced by a trickling stream
Slowly, so slowly drying out
Pain doesn't make me scream
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Dead Heart Beating
PoetryMy thoughts put in writing and poetry. Dark, depressing and just a little mad...
