#In response to Horizons Morbid Princess Becker Beckerbone Millado
Morbid Poetry
imaginations at its best
Horizons founder
A shadow from,
the past.
Taunting me
Ripping my flesh
Digging from
my skull.
Till my sanity
parted me.
Those vulture
Savour every
my every guts
Drunk my blood.
Whisking in every
corner of earth .
Reminiscing my
birth .
Is it a sin?
Every bits is
a curse.
Till only my
skeleton was
left hanging.
You crushed it
crumbled me
inside your
grasps
Earth is
trembling.
I need to wake
up, I'm dreaming.