RAMBLINGS OF A MAD MAN

THE DEVILS TALONS BURIES DEEPER INTO MY BRAINS,

IT’S NOSTRILS FILL WITH THE AROMA OF DIGESTED ROTTED FLESH

WHILST THE EVIL SPIRITS FEAST UPON BODY AND SOUL

THE SWEET ANGEL OF DEATH FORSAKES MY CRIES FOR MERCY.

IT COMES TO ME IN THE DARKNESS OF SLEEP

AS FOOLS TAKE CONTROL AND THE DARKNESS CREEPS

IN TO MY SOUL.

UGLINESS WALKS THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

ITS TALONS PREPARE THE FEAST OF SOULS,

MY FACE TINGLES , MY TOES WRINKLE WHILST

THE FEAST IS UNCONTROLLED.

MY MIND BEGINS TO THINK.

IT SEEPS THE TROLLS OF TRUTH AND WEEPS.

AS MY NOSTRILS FILL WITH THE STENCH

OF ROTTED FLESH, THE HOLES CONTINUE TO GROW,

AS ROTTEN OOZE FILLS THE HOLES THE FEAST OF THE BEAST

CONTINUES UNCONTROLLED.

MY FACE TWITCHES AS ITS DEVOURED WHOLE.

THE WICKED SMELL OF THE DEVILS ENTRAILS CONTINUE

TO FILL MY NOSE AND THE CRIES FOR MERCY TO

THE ANGEL OF DEATH GO UNHEARD.

WHY IS MY FLESH DEVOURED FOR SO LONG.

WHY MUST MY FLESH BE DESIRED BY EVIL SOULS.

WHY MUST I BE EATEN ALIVE AS THE ANGEL OF

DEATH SITS QUIETLY BY….

RICHARD DOUGLAS DAVIS