Three winters of misery
Bloody black-red snow
Tormented cold wind blow
Pinned my fragile glass made bones
Stabbed my broken lifeless veins
Stirred my blood purple and green
Imprisoned in fiery cage
Mental torture slashed me insane
Sharp needles rusty nails pinches
I held my hands grabbed them close
Bite my tongues swallowed hell through
I yearned and prayed, prayed and cried
For tranquility to strike Satan outright
Evils threads pulled my eyelids wide
Torturous nightmares battled in my mind
My staying sanity lost every fight
Each episode won by Satan in disguised
Flickered sun stood tall and bold
Arrow-downed poor withered moon
Agonized cold sweat froze my body stiff
Fearful depression murdered my trusting spirit
To face the torture chamber a painful chore
I was a seized living dead
18 April 2001, Wednesday, 6:03pm
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