Share/Save/Bookmark
Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search Login Register Extras
Poetry » General » Whimper of Extreme Anxiety font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: Ripped wings of a Butterfly
Fiction Rated: T - English - Parody/Angst - Reviews: 4 - Published: 12-20-06 - Updated: 12-20-06 - Complete - id:2293206

-- Whimper of Extreme Anxiety --

Drop me in the trigger of

desolating dreams

Confuse me at your outmost screams

XX

Why do you call me?

Why do you yell my name?

XXXX

The grips of the rusted chains

of isolation

Clutches me at its very tip

Cling to me my Bloody shadow

Envelope thy body in sorrow

XXXXXX

Strip me bolded

Haul through the filth

Devour the soul of lost consciousness

The Obscurity comes; I am convivial to it

Hand to Hand



© Copyright 2006 Ripped wings of a Butterfly (FictionPress ID:469355).


Return to Top