The Woman In Black
A woman in black
She follows the gravel
Disheveled from
dirt
rocks
and the clattering bumps
of holes as followed
surrounded by death
the woman runs past
closing her eyes
tightly shut
to afraid to play her little game
of peek-a-boo
they thus consume her thoughts
uggghhh
there are voices
the voices
why….
Her hands grasps her head
The voices they begin to whisper
You deserve death!!
Go to Hell with me !!
Plaguing her sanity
Rebelling such a mere religion
Such As Christianity
A devil ready for the play
The woman reaches for her bag
She grabs the knife
Her eyes filled with tears
Thus A woman in black
She who followed the gravel
Disheveled from
dirt
rocks
and the clattering bumps
of holes as followed
surrounded by only death
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