Grim Reaper RealitiesA Poem by KatDarknessDarkness in my mindLow murmurs of hopelessness, pulling and eroding tides of dark oceans In my mind; the seas are so polluted with nightmare poisons, throwaway thoughtcrimes, Holy Divers die in the abyss of murdered dreams, this is the land of Lost things, come in, just leave Yourself outside.
Abandoned lyrics tangled in bone-fragile hopes, they scream out For salvation, like forsaken infants, Left to rot and thrown to the wolves of starving personas; Amputated alter-egos.
Empty, hollow heartbeats echoed in cavernous chambers, Cold lips on reaper-dry necks, all bloodless, star-white lacerations, Fallen ruins of sanity, enter my guardian angel, heaven's zombie draped in Tattered bits of my skin, wings beat with relentless monotony, welcome to Hell and all that inhabit it.
Don't look to the light at the start of the tunnel, just clamber forwards, Join the fallen in our dungeon realities. © 2013 KatDarknessFeatured Review
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Added on July 12, 2013Last Updated on July 12, 2013 Tags: reaper, ruins, darkness, nightmares AuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..Writing
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