Needles
#9 of Poetry
A darker piece to help personify this shapeless emotion that lingers in my thoughts
Cold Touch Sting
Stab Burn Flush
Push Tear Remember
The days The lies The outward cries
Screams Unheard A flightless bird
Caged Enraged Without escape
Fearing Sneering
Jeering
Running Hiding
To no avail
Left Right In the dead of night
It follows Through the hollows Of this maze
A familiar face An endless race To the end of the parallel
Death and Life Black and White And the line between
Run run run away For he smells The death and decay
A rotting mind A soul too kind Gripped by failure
Snared by its alure A disease with no cure Beyond the end it shall bring
To the crown-less King; There is no escape From that which you cannot see
For darkness is it's shroud And fear is it's key, Controlling you
From a place You soon shall be Forever destined
To be it's prey; Splattered blood The purest grey
And now The time is nigh Screams rise to the sky
Lifeless eyes Jaws unhinged And teeth like needles