Half Past Too Late

The bell tower rang
It's echo filled the town
With that uneasy sound
As the hollow steel sang.

My mind filled with terror
As the chimes played their song.
The worst of news berror
Smashing every note wrong.

I simply hid until the feeling had gone

They'll be looking for me about now,
Wild eyes will search as a shaky hand removes
Sweat from my brow.

Shadows tease the fear
That lies beneath these feet.
My ut-most dreaded nightmare
Will stop me by the ankles on this blackened,
Empty street.

There's no turning back tonight
The thunder is already crashing.
I must go through with the fight
No matter how bloody may be the thrashing.

The vow that I once swore upon
Must not be broken.
Nothing can go wrong
Not one word spoken.

Just the echos of fists to flesh
And open wounds.
The outcome of a painfull mess
And a body
Curled as that of the piller's cacoon.

Author's Note

Leaving The Gang - The "Family"