If you feel it surge
through your body
and no one's around
to witness; then
you're home free;
in your bubble of
Truths, where the
crimson fiends
burst through the doors
and splattered
across the floor,--
You there,
wondering where
the heart has gone;
Your skeleton
knows no bounds
as it rests comfortably
between the jaws
of tradition
and sickness;
your sanctuary
of insanity
Only you know
the way out of
nowhere;
and only you
hear the screams
of the undying
thirst.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
If you feel it surge
through your body
and no one's around
to witness; then
you're home free;
in your bubble of
Truths, where the
crimson fiends
burst through the doors
and splattered
across the floor,--
You there,
wondering where
the heart has gone;
Your skeleton
knows no bounds
as it rests comfortably
between the jaws
of tradition
and sickness;
your sanctuary
of insanity
Only you know
the way out of
nowhere;
and only you
hear the screams
of the undying
thirst.
