Your blank eyes-
They send chills down my spine
As they twitch and spasm,
I lock up, feeling petrified.
Your spine is protruding
From your deflated chest.
Ichor and blood mingle
With the oozing, cold, abscess.
My stomach feels empty-
Your skull is split in two
And is hanging together by a thread
Of your scalp. I fear you:
A mockery of life itself,
A chronic nightmare of no soul,
You are for what, not whom,
Those bronze bells doth toll.
A mockery of life itself, A chronic nightmare of no soul, horribe description........ to the point which you like to convey...... thank u dear poe.t tony
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Of no soul! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.