Mare Somniorum

A not so structured mind.

The cry

Posted in Poetry, Writings by terjekv, 7:56 pm, August 29th, 2007

Deep within
the roar bellows
as the demons
rise

Blood boils
heating the flesh
Chemistry twisting
all vision

Thoughts clutter
memories fade
darkness comes
the beast lives

Out of the void
the howl devours the soul
Pain becomes pleasure
feeding upon itself

The skin tears
every muscle screams
fury pumped throughout
and the fire burns

It calls
We abide

Darkness envelops all.
Its wake dusted with tears.

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