For us to work some Sacrifices must be made And agreed upon
Chase
Run, run, run Faster Get away
Eerie Night
A scream cuts out The silence stands witness
Unclean
Blood drips in the sink My hand will never be clean
Mute
The voices in my head Howl for attention They will not be silenced
Empty Inside
The devil came to collect But my soul was long gone Drained from me
Bedeviled
Your voice creeps inside And takes root As easily as a weed
Grave Dirt
His breath smelled of decay Halfway rotting as he stumbled forward Still covered in dirt
Haiku #212
Everyone has a Price these days so my dear go On and name your price
Keeping Silent
Screams in the night are ignored As people turn away It's no business of mine
Fragment of a Figment 