The Pendulum

Abyss of myself,

 

black holes of nothingness

 

bottomless pits of demons

 

endless nights of terror,

 

monstrosities lurk beyond

 

pendulums of clocks 

 

Swinging back and forth

 

hours of wasted time

 

trolls under the bridge

 

waiting for their fodder

 

consumption of the soul

 

black hearts with nothing better to do

 

devouring themselves in their idleness,

 

Burnt to crisps in their furnace

 

agonizing unable to die.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Stuff of Revivals

s'been a while since I heard a hell fire and brimstone sermon. Hallelujah! - slc


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Thank You I appreciate your

Thank You I appreciate your support and feedback. I'm kind of anti-social so sometimes I don't reply to comments. 

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Morbidly apathetic, yet

Morbidly apathetic, yet packed with emotion <3