The Laughter of Hateful Walls.
______________________
Nothing is Worse
than the Laughter
of Hateful Walls..
as I lay sideways
in my Bed, trying
to write away My
Gloom..
but No One
hears me when
I call!
or understands
what it means.
(to Feel your
Heart by Hell
Consumed.)
_
I Fear what's
down the Stairs..
For I know it must
be Hungry.
A Hound of
Death, with
Coal Black
Hair!
(who's breath
I Feel Upon Me.)
_
Now These
Hateful Walls
Scream...
they sound like
Pigs before the
Slaughter.
or something out
out of Satan's
Wet dream!!
(which can't be
killed with Holy
Water.)
j.stephen.h.
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