Too Dry To Speak
i hear the voices, they tell me what to do
i hear the demands, i believe they rule
i see the remains, they do not move
i see the worms now, where it would drewl
the blood flowed through their veins
the life flowed in their brain
the thoughts come as if trained
their escape blown, bound by chains
eyes roll to the back of their head
tongues fall it's dry instead
no saliva to wet it's mouth
its too dry to speak or shout
a coarse moan, a whispered breath
who are you, do you bring death?
i am death, i am your nightmare
i know your fears, yes we share
the visions and the dreams, i know you
i know the wife, that you once slew
i'm here to serve some justice now
show yourself you filthy sow
lets get this over with, i'm taking you out
just remember, its to dry to shout
Copyright © Robert Mcclelland | Year Posted 2006
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