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Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Messenger Comes

After the sandman sprinkles you with sleep,
I'll alert you telepathically .

To join me in a hell bound revelation.

Feel the iciness, and the sinking of your heart
As my fingers caress your temples.

Breath thee air of sorrow, such am irredeemable gloom
Awaits you.

Did you not know this period would soon arrive ?
Its far too late to struggle.

Scream now, loudly, not a soul will ever hear you,
Only you will hear it's echoe.

In your mind by the second, an inexplicable madness
For now will be your hell.

Your lips they tremble as if to murmur inaudibly now,
And your sheets are soiled with sweat.


Turn not your ear from my bellowing barritone voice,
It's in your mind not ears.

The sound of mourners, two or three maybe one hundred
Will mourn your silly grave.

Hear the thud of dirt, shovel by shovel, scoop by scoop
Pound on your coffin lid.

Oooh, what brings me cheer evidently makes flesh crawl,
This is not a comfort call.

Did you not know this period would soon arrive?
It's far too late to struggle.

Breath thee air of sorrow, such an irredeemable gloom
Awaits you.

After the sandman sprinkles you with sleep,
I'll alert you telepathically.

Then touch you while your sleeping.

1 comments:

Deb said...

Awesome write!