Those pained screams
like a demonic choir
they haunt my dreams
when I try to retire
Those piercing shrieks
they get under the skin
like burrowing insects
when sleep draws in
Those haunted howls
they infect the mind
villains on the prowl
is it me they hope to find?
The chilling calls
turn the blood to ice
crimson, crystal shards, pierce the heart walls
feels like your head is in a vice
The shouts erupt, when darkness falls
pleas for death to drop by
echo through the halls
in a place of healing, the hurt cry
Those broken wails blare
shouting for peace at last
voices of pain, yell for air
as sleep becomes a thing of the past
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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