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Sunday, February 6, 2011
dance of the drunken reaper
feeding upon the souls of life once pure~they laugh.a sinister regurgitation of yore that curdles the skin.i hear them in my dreams and cry out...but alas~once more the fanged smiles have found me and lock in on the mockery of my deliverance...with feet as fast as tar,my escape,meticulously planned,has come full circle.the habitation of childhood haunts,stands before me as a collector...inside,they heckle the only ounce of decency i can claim.dozing...my train of thought is broken.visions of crimson,blue and gold return me to that night...the forbidden conversations with tattered flesh~searing,raking the stench of false hope throughout my mind.the pain is to much to bare~yet the courageous beating in my chest,extends a lifeline to memories untold.sleep well my children,for darkness is your eternal awakening.
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Your words have impressed themselves deep in my psyche, speaking as they do to universal primal fear. This could be the voice from a cave or condo. Excellent response to the picture.
ReplyDelete"fanged smiles have found me and lock in on the mockery of my deliverance..." The sinister laugh in the beginning sets an ominous tone, from which your words delve into the heart of fears. Well done
ReplyDeletehaunting through and through - and it already starts with the title..
ReplyDeleteWhat a trip into the macabre. Sumptuous gothic feel to this I very much enjoyed the read, took me into Poe's pit! Great stuff!
ReplyDeleteI felt an inner pulse while reading. Pacing alongside your words. This piece is truly commanding. It knows why it exists. Great work.
ReplyDeletemany thanx to all of you!to have such positive feedback from excellent writers is mind blowing!
ReplyDeleteThis is a frightening (in a very good way) piece. I love the feet as fast as tar.
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