Scars left from teeth bared
Sunken deep in tender flesh,
Pointed ears casting a drooping shadow
On your empty bed.
Silent screams echo in your head,
Mongrel creatures claw over your body.
Blood drips from open wounds.
Who has visited on this dark day?
Who has given the fateful command
To demons and devils,
Legions of rebels,
Wanting only to cast the last straw?
My name is in his pitiful memory.
My shadow clings to his body.
My spirit is trapped in his hand.
Remember the challenge,
Dread the day,
When all will be turned
Upside down
And inside out.
A lion will roar,
From the top of the mountain.
A lamb will lay down,
In peace, with no treachery.
this is properly unsettling, in the way that i don’t know exactly the cause of the mayhem, but i do? such a dreadful sense the urgency