Dark birds take flight and swoop through the chill air.
Shadows hover over a sleeping form.
Silence hangs inside a skull’s socket stare.
Spirits convene in a soft huddled swarm.
Storm clouds linger low in the near distance.
Buzzards peck at a carcass left to rot.
A last breath does not put up resistance.
A soul bends to the forces it once fought.
Quiet whispers of your name in the night.
An evil figure follows close behind.
The dripping teeth of a dog’s fatal bite.
An unspoken word is terror defined.
The darkness in life is all that I fear,
And yet holds everything that draws me near.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Dark birds take flight and swoop through the chill air.
Shadows hover over a sleeping form.
Silence hangs inside a skull’s socket stare.
Spirits convene in a soft huddled swarm.
Storm clouds linger low in the near distance.
Buzzards peck at a carcass left to rot.
A last breath does not put up resistance.
A soul bends to the forces it once fought.
Quiet whispers of your name in the night.
An evil figure follows close behind.
The dripping teeth of a dog’s fatal bite.
An unspoken word is terror defined.
The darkness in life is all that I fear,
And yet holds everything that draws me near.
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