Poems from MartinD
I’m sick of it,
The blasted hordes like dried-out gourds
Screaming, cawing for more water.
Feed the flesh, delight the eyes
Give us our...
half-form words....
sentences broken in two
thoughts never brought to
wishes stuck the inside confines of my head ...
now final lossis speaking closei don't know howbut here it isand fallen cloudsthat cannot floatlie scattered on the ground
i look up at...
i watch you fadeinto the nightof formless shadowsshapeless sins
they swirl around youbefore the strikeof deathly terrorsshrieking fiends ...
i wouldn't know what it's liketo feel the world staring down my backtrying to find the soulin all i do
nor do i want to feelin methose...