The Demons Speak -Part 1-
8-7-12
In the end of time
Shivering blending shrieks
And croaks of disaster
I never wanted this master
But they wanted me enslaved
We are lost in our own
Chaos – bent in a staggered
Lie – for life we
Lie in silence . . . thinking
Of the guilt that would tear us into
Nothing – can you believe
I cried another night for you?
Nothing mattered but the frown
On your delicate face
I was in a trance
Lost in space
I never wanted to kill it all
Blood spilled on the wall
Spraying shame – afraid to fall
Kill it all – kill it all
Burning I fall away again
Into the holes of
Transgression –
Tempered in the trepidation and
Pain
Tampering with the heavenly
Justice – maddening us to the core
Pain is what we want
And more
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