The Scream

A tiny seed was planted a time ago..
In time came a sprout out of the fertile soil,
A lone main sat on a bridge look into space
Taking his hands pressed to both cheeks he screamed...

It lit a spark to what he had been waiting for
faces, hands & feet
Shallow pool of water at his side
A willingness to go run away & hide

Viscous long hanging fangs that fright blood dripping off side
Satan laughing spreads his wings
Faces in the window having storms in the night
Eyes with darkened tombstones in his head

The tale of the walking dead
Having to get it out of his system
Shades of darkened portals of yesterday's passing
He must look deep inside having nothing to hide

The stalk of the sprout is now bearing its timeless fruit