Sara

Ode to my pen name...and another one of my husbands favorites

She's too tired to walk
Too tired to continue on
With her heart wrenching screams
Though they may echo the walls
They don't echo in places
Where she can't be seen
In the darkness
Wrapped in filth
Her tongue cut out
Her soul about to burst
If her hands don't find their release
Held captive unwillingly
By some other human's shadows
The darkness she drinks in
Sweeter then any honey or sin
The filth that clings to her face
May hide her name
But nothing will hide her words for long
No flood gate can hold back her insanity
Someone thought she was forgotten
Someone mistakenly thought
She was dead and buried
Rotting amongst the old world
Nothing can harbor this anymore
This darkness
It will spill forth
And when it does
She'll take you all.
She will leave your minds questioning
Take your will and send it shattering
As it hits the stone walls of her captivity.
She's alive
She's breathing
And since she can't speak
She will find you with writings
Dark and morbid
Worse then any devil's lullaby
Her power is to move you
Move you to seek and find
What horror lies in the souls of those who may not see
Her heart is thundering
In the labor it takes to scream
Her voice will find its way into someone's ears
Her visions will haunt someone's nightmares
She won't die until she finds
Someone willing.