I am the eclipse that makes you blind,
a dark shadow cast upon your mind.
as you try to escape into the light
I'll serve as a reminder of the night
I am the scent of your blooms decay
a putrid aroma from your lost bouquet.
as from my dreadful stench you bolt
I'll engulf your being until you revolt
I am the bitter you find in your sweet,
the aftertaste from your spoiled meat.
as you glutton on to much too chew,
I'll feed you more of my wretched stew.
I am the timbre of your screams,
a sound echoed from your dreams.
as you try to escape with your soul,
I'll be the melody of your bell's toll.
I am the agony that you must feel,
the pain letting you know it was real.
if you think this fiend you have met
you have, for I am your life's regret.
© Joey Jones
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
I am the eclipse that makes you blind,
a dark shadow cast upon your mind.
as you try to escape into the light
I'll serve as a reminder of the night
I am the scent of your blooms decay
a putrid aroma from your lost bouquet.
as from my dreadful stench you bolt
I'll engulf your being until you revolt
I am the bitter you find in your sweet,
the aftertaste from your spoiled meat.
as you glutton on to much too chew,
I'll feed you more of my wretched stew.
I am the timbre of your screams,
a sound echoed from your dreams.
as you try to escape with your soul,
I'll be the melody of your bell's toll.
I am the agony that you must feel,
the pain letting you know it was real.
if you think this fiend you have met
you have, for I am your life's regret.
© Joey Jones
