Infest

Ancient hums below our feet
A savage roams the modern streets
Dormant but bound to infest
Dressed like a friendly guest
The hunt will begin
The pure bled sin
Waiting for a subtle savior
Any potent vast creator
Guided passion strikes the shore
Shells of life show something more
When whiskey turned to sand
The slaughters soon began
With closed eyes
And opened minds
We're running rapid with the storm
Searching pleas to adorn
Dancing in a familiar chest
Thoughts transgressed along the rest
I have nothing left
You were by far the best

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Lovely rhyme scheme and vividly poignant, Kimberly...I truly enjoyed the read. :)