This Storm Of Mine
This storm of mine, it seems
shall never pass
my bones shiver as I hear its’ screaming madness
it stalks from beyond every corner
frigid winds from it’s blackened hatred
awakened by heart attack
a wet chill of sweat follows every dream
Razor edged fingers of electric fire
crackles my pain
across my darkened abyss of midnight sky
hunting me down
behind every door
within every crevasse
driving every intention
I become its’ strangled knot
an ember to heat its’ meal
I am discarded like its’ waste
as I am only deceived by false intention
it awaits my resurrection and smiles
It is born of morbid hell pain
a city of scarlet fire inside my mind
where it’s blood splattered temples
slice the throat of my sky azure
raining glistening meat from the wound
my iniquitous fibrous plasma
my crimson blood drizzling
six times six times six
I die
Here I sit awaiting the trumpets of Hell
hearing wicked melodies of the dark angel’s heartless rage
In the distance a brewing storm
this storm of mine
this storm inside my head
the thunder of the dead. . .
By Bobby Revell
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Chilling. Fantastic. Great.