Under a Killing Moon by Yoric Watterott

Yoric Watterott | January 5th, 2010 | poetry | No Comments

Blood screams flood dreams
In which i tear at flesh crawling with death
Life vomits from my eyes as each muscle dies
Slipping into a trench drenched in corpse stench

As i lay waste and lungs moss with decay
I have to believe
That this hell i breath
Was not exhaled by the demons within me…

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