Insanity
The sound of silence in the air,
The scent of blood upon the stair.
The darkness creeps through the room,
as the shadows begin to bloom.
louder and louder, the screams are heard,
And the sound of a rasping sword.
for ages this infamy continues,
this haunting torture and abuse.
with all the fear and all the dread,
feeding images to the head.
creating an unstoppable beast,
the demon within...released..
Eating at the heart and the soul,
leaving a terrible toll.
All The agony and the pain,
The soul... has been slain.
Copyright © Nick Gaff | Year Posted 2006
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