Grind

 

Clanging in the distance,

I can hear it getting closer

like the machinery of death

its wheels grinding over.

I hear its heinous screech

as the moon dives

behind clouds for cover.

 

It's rushing towards me,

I hear its howl,

a roar in the night,

a beast on the prowl.

The pounding thuds,

the clank of chains

dragged across wood.

The sound of squelching mud,

or is that rivers of blood.

 

I hear it getting louder,

It's starting to drown out

the thoughts in my head.

I hear its aching sound.

Mimicking repulsive

voices of the dead.

The mechanical ring

like teeth grinding

atraight through your jaw lining.

I hear it. Its inside now. 

twisting around my head,

its claws are out

and It's beginning to shred.

 

Now my thoughts don't work.

My legs jelly, my brain aches

like mental spaghetti.

Its all gone wrong.

I cant take.

this torturous devil song

any longer.

I’m being eaten. From within.

I don't have long.

Please for the love of God.

 

Run!

 

 

 

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