I walk here
Among the tattered flesh,
The worn out bones,
The broken dolls and charred remains
Of innocence lost.Nightmare visions
That reside in me.
Twisted wreckage
Destruction, carnage
Memories eat away at all that I am.
There’s a dog loose in the wood.
The wicked witch is dead.
Haunting, grisly images
Run rampant in my head.
What big teeth you have.
Childhood stories
With not so happy endings.
Pain rips through my soul
As leaden skies let loose their burden.
I am drenched
In blood and tears and fire.