i hear you
pounding beneath those slabs
clanging on your chains and
whimpering like a little girl,looking for mommy.
i can hear you
angry though muted
exhaustion can bear no semblance
to exasperation of your cries
the anguish in the tone
the horseness of your throat
evident in each sound.
i can hear you,
shouting for my name,
asking for help
there’s desperation in your pleading
intensified in decibels.
i can hear you
kicking the worms that start to eat
the flesh that used to be so warm
gnawing on your bones
grating on your soul.
i hear you
swearing off satan
and cursing the cherubs that took you
gritting whats left of your teeth
that even in peace
you’re never at rest.
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forgive me…i know im so morbid, but lately, i have been engrossed in mortality and death, ladies and gentlemen. there is happiness in goth.
