Oct 7, 2010

The Weight Of A Needle

The needle went to far

The needle went to deep

No more secrets that she could keep

Broken thoughts won’t give her wings

The pit is gaping down between her legs

To drown all beasts, and to start the feast,

Dance of the dead, smell of decay,

Roaming free, yet trapped inside a nightmare

Your nightmares reach into my dreams

No will can trap what one can feel,

Lying there, in your hospital bed,

Dreaming of past mistakes, wishing to be dead

Your end won’t reach you,

The deeds of death, forever meant

To haunt your thoughts

And on your cross, your name

…shall fade

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