tonight I tend to the screams
that fill the air:
sirens whirring in the distance
a shrill voice waning
sinister shrieks
unsettling, ancient thoughts.
spy slow guitar chords
and pressurized threads;
we're always so unsure
if the dark hides evil
as we creep through it,
fear, fear, fear..
the only truth is in the dark,
universal, tainted, twisted.
one and the same for all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
Only Marv knows.
the tedium of the on-call wizard
his staff wears
yet he treks on...
Post a Comment