Slow Death
By thespin
Bodies move about like phantoms in the mist.Hundreds, thousands, row upon row, list upon list.Voices echoing through the valleys of my mind.reverberanting, reverberating-be kind-be kind.A blanket of stillness.The creaking of another bed.As a new victim to it's altar is led.Faceless masks, Nameless names.on the four poster they sacrifice all for their aims.A nightmare world of outstretched hands,lingering legs,soft thighs,released sighs, and a thousands goodbyes.It's a slow and welcome death.Drowning in a sea of warm melting flesh.I wrote this one when I was very young. I know the poem shifts. I don't know if that is good or bad. comment please. Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 08:14 AM PST 0 • 8
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"Bodies move about like phantoms in the mist.Hundreds, thousands, row upon row, list upon list.Voices echoing through the valleys of my mind.reverberanting, reverberating-be kind-be kind.A blanket of stillness.The creaking of another bed.As a new victim to it's altar is led.Faceless masks, Nameless names.on the four poster they sacrifice all for their aims.A nightmare world of outstretched hands,lingering legs,soft thighs,released sighs, and a thousands goodbyes.It's a slow and welcome death.Drowning in a sea of warm melting flesh.I wrote this one when I was very young. I know the poem shifts. I don't know if that is good or bad. comment please...."