Vulgar displays of control
where it remains as fires die
after fires as one begin to expire
where among the herold of the soul
as the end of mortality is beginning
waiting for the end of the beginning
as the thoughts of what becomes infinite
where it likes the fears of the unknown
as when it comes with the frayed ends
and the death is only the becoming
where the nightmares of 10,000 years
and millennias rip apart my soul,
Thats great, it feels like the poem has a double meaning to it, you leave alot of room to let your mind wonder. and also i like how it has a beginning and endding, but not quite it then continues to go in circles.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on November 10, 2002
Gosh it sounds like you are between a rock and a hard place. Bill
The Butcher's Boy
- 2011 Readers Favorite Award Silver Medal Winner in Horror - Fiction
A Paranormal/Chiller by Michael Robb
Thirty-one years ago, Buxly the Butcher went to trial for killing h
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