Unknown Writing

I am
the beast upon the wall,
trying hard to unfasten myself
and lead you on in stroll
oh how I know.

My limp arms fall to my sides,
they lie half open from the wounds--
you left in there.....

my brain half on the floor,
I pick up the bloodied remains
and eat them.

Was that you knocking at the window pane
again?

Reviews

[SilentVerses]

Stunningly harrowing and haunting with ethereal desolation a detachment flows through and yet awakens a melody that causes flames to dance and flicker in the gore of innocent words. Macabre the voice seemingly naive holds a greater taunting depth if sensual temptation. Love it.