Eternal
Cries
The all-consuming dark -
like the night -
swallows my soul
with her breath
and her bite
Drowning yet drowning
the pit that's the hole
Taking my spirit
my body and soul
No end to the fall
I descend into madness
Tossing and turning
Burning in sadness
Screaming in pain
yet the pain won't release
My fear and the turmoil
of descending deceased
Into the pit
of my own special making
Eternal damnation
is where I be taken
to follow the demons
of Hell that reside
tormented forever
the devils that cry
are nothing
compared to my
tears you see
Slash of my wrists
and I thought
I'd be free
of the pain
and the sorrow
that took me away
from the world
of the living
to a world of decay
As within the pit
the darkness resides
alongisde with me
and eternal cries.
Copyright
{c} 2010
Wayne Leon Learmond
Eternal Cries
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