Rusted Horrors

Rusted squeaks of decaying clouds,
Echo along bloodied corridors,
Juxtaposed the silent screams.

Hidden scars behind empty shrouds,
Forced to reveal all of my horrors,
The tears, always verge to stream.

Slowly dieing inside, never to make them proud,
Blood flowing faster, starting to pour,
All juxtaposed my silent screams...

by fallen
posted on 07/10/2008