This lack of sleep
gnaws at the wings of my soul
slipping closer to hell:
thirst for silence.

I close my eyes
but all I see is still.
in front of me
I cry out in the night,
a whimpered scream in shadows
to the beast that promises vengeance:

"My throat so dry
tongue deep in the blood--
promising everything, quenching nothing."

02/10/2008

Author's Note: Yes...the title is a tribute to Judas Priest

Posted on 02/10/2008
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