Treasure Island

Amera Andersen

(12/03/81 / New Jersey)

Thirteen Swings


Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Blistering stings the irons made
Razor steel; encroaches my face
The rats squeal, infesting this place

Ear piercing rings never to fade
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
Condemned as a whore, pending gloom
Chained to the floor, this cold dark room

Gnawing pains as I clench my fists
Iron chains, dig into my wrists
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade
On Satan’s wings, price to be paid

Panic sets in, next swinging stroke
The demons grin at Satan’s joke
Demented kings; I’m so afraid
Thirteen swings; the pendulum blade

Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2007
Edited: Monday, March 28, 2011
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