posted on Dec, 5 2015 @ 10:07 AM
Ummm...not so touchy feely with this one...no sir...there be hooks here...
From hell's own tomb
There is a blackness
in the souls of certain ones
An ugly dark
that swallows all the light
That stages evil moods
against the good
Then peels away the sun
to leave the night
There is a breach
unto the underworld
A leprous break
that crosses times harsh void
From this creeps
a coldness thick with fear
To thread it's way through life
without a noise
There is a fetid breath
from hell's own tomb
A horrid chill
that clutches at the heart
That empties bleak
a person from his will
A puppet here to play
This human part
As Roger Zelazny once said..."Here there be dragons"...
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