NIGHTMARISH

Nightmarish

 

If I were you,

I'd run like a demon.

Tearing out your own soul

before the hatred inside of my own finds you.

Run through fire twisted,

 used timber,

falling over limbs of the outstretched spiritless.

Dead skulls open wider into cavernous depths,

ready to swallow any mis-stepped souls.

Dare to imply you don't belong there

and 

watch as I impale you during my uncontrollable umbrage.

It's your fault you demon man.

I can't dream without your pain.

Pain you serve

and

greedily I seek.

I'll have no rest until your blood

runs

deep.

Joy M.