The Scream
As I stand in isolation
Twisted in my anguish
My body contorts with the horrors
Taking over my mind
My hands cup my pulsating head
As if to stop it bursting
Face painted in blatant agitation
Eyes stained with terror
Lost am I
In my sea of blackened abandon
Clawing tendrils of water
Sting my furrowed brow
The ravenous seas seem to feed on my anxiety
Scything into the creaking wood beneath
Bettering the trust in my wooden perch
Skies like fire scorch down in vengeance
Swirling heavens like vultures above
Throughout my psychosis the reaper creeps
Doubling in number with every step
The rank smell of death sailing on rapier winds
Burning skies, black watery dominion
Cataclysm
Andy N
Fri 14th Jan 2011 08:04
i'm in the same boat as john here, alan as there is a lot of good stuff in here, but it does feel a bit heavy for me with all of the ideas you are trying to get out, but i enjoyed it and wish you good luck if you want to re-edit it..