The Wall

The hidden bible of centipedes
Crawls under the skin
Scratching words no one can read.
As bodies dash themselves
Against the wall of Belief.
No respite flows from their veins.
The skin holds only barbs,
The inside only venom.
A tapestry of travesties,
A mosaic of lies.
What secrets lie,
Beneath the surface?

a reply to: chris_stibrany

Another good one!

a reply to: Quantum12

Too kind There is a lot of talent around here; I am enjoying reading!