Tyson Schnell Poems
|4.||Mist Of Dreams||3/26/2009|
|5.||A Journey Home||3/26/2009|
|7.||My Baby Girl||3/26/2009|
|13.||Marijuana On My Coat||3/24/2010|
|14.||Tomb Of Hopes||8/11/2010|
|15.||Call Me Your Lover||8/14/2010|
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Growing like moss on the trunck of a willow tree, comsuming everything amongst the rightousness in your mind. It tweaks the very sanity of your self asurance, and it is filling the already full spaces within yourself.
Its inside growing, it grows until it seeps out of the pours in your skin. this thing is everywhere. Do not run, it will find you. It always does. If you keep running it will only get worse.
''Hello, is anybody out there? I need somebody''
Worry no longer, I am here
''Who are you... Where are you? ''
I am right here. I am behind you, above you, infront and ...
Sparks and sudden explosions fill the cool damp air
as I run through the trees consumed by the blood red fog
my silent screams are heard by only my ringing ears
sights of the burned and slaughtered are branded into my mind
Fear claws my stomach, my pulse is raging
the stench of death constantly surrounds me
the enemy is near, just as the shirt on my back
in the distance, families cries start to fade