there are carcasses around me everywhere, whispering hauntingly at me. Accusing me with their skeletory figures. I feel them everywhere. Inching and crawling up my skin insisting that I have no drive to repent. But I do, I'm just so restless though. Overdosed on the tiredness of the cranks within my brain, and oh boy are they tired in their creakness and all. They never stop though. These are too quick and I am too much of a coward. Just when I muster up the courage to fright them away, they scurry like predators of the wild. True soldiers of the day I am held hostage to them.
Created: Jul 14, 2010Document Media