I woke up to screaming
no- I woke up screaming.
Your pallid, rotting face leering
above my lips
Icy steel between my bones,
hot wet rivers down my cheeks
A wash of pastel colors
and furious drumbeats
Laughter,
echoing
and your memory taunting me:
******* right* you should be scared of me
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
I woke up to screaming
no- I woke up screaming.
Your pallid, rotting face leering
above my lips
Icy steel between my bones,
hot wet rivers down my cheeks
A wash of pastel colors
and furious drumbeats
Laughter,
echoing
and your memory taunting me:
******* right* you should be scared of me
