Ominous Whispers

Difficultly in breathing, aberrant thoughts inexcusably muddled.. Monstrous tides capsizing into a crepuscular abyss.

 

Chaos the new world order has moral decay soaring with every spastic hypothesis argued. Light renders dark and dark is taunting the light still conspicuously imploding deep within.

 

Repression a sign of times to come, promoting debauchery as ominous whispers rule this land of old. There lay I, emptied defeated unnerved stillborn.

Reviews

[MsJewel]

Well written and haunting work. The last line is perfect. It is a pleasure to read you! :) Julie

[Dream Weaver]

Thank you so much Julie, I'm so glad you've enjoy my brand of delirium I call poetry... :)