
Alone in a psychiatric hospital, dealt with the delusions and hallucinations of a wretched monster called The Black Serpent, the only key to your survival is a guardian angel who can only do so much to help. Based on a memory that I've kept inside my saddened wombed heart for what seems to be decades. Written in 2010.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Poetry/Horror - Words: 155 - Published: 08-21-12 - id: 3052119
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Let me hear
The Bells
And
Chimes
Again
Let me hear
Of the innocence I beheld
As a kid
Let me see
Of the hands that
Caressed me
And told me
Everything
Was going to be
Alright
Let me see
Of the darkness
That held me
And I was swallowed
In Evil's throat
And I woke up
With such a
Fright
Let me feel
Of his fur
That felt like
Silken
Twine
Let me feel
Of the scorpions
That stabbed me
In the middle of the
Night
Let me smell
The scent of the
Sun
When you sat
Near the
Windowsill
Let me smell
Of the
Blood
That my
Razor has
Spilled
Let me taste
Your warm
Friendly
Kisses
Let me taste
Of the
Honey
That was so
Wrong
And made me
Flick my mind's
Switches
Let me hear
The Bells
And
Chimes
Again
And please make
These memories
Bury inside me
Cold
And
Dead
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