Thursday, September 1, 2011


Vulnerable to my thoughts
That pick away at my mind
Flesh embedded images
Of that we leave behind

Insanity lye’s to steps ahead
Perched on flesh and bones
Inviting you into his bloody lair
As the madness slowly grows

The pit of chance
No longer exists
The hands in my world
No longer tick

As my mind leaks away
I can not resist
To think these thoughts
Of which madness consists

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell

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