Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Prophecy?

My brain is burning
It won't let me have peace or rest
The images keep coming
Just sitting on the edge
Of my consciousness

I can not escape them
They continued to intrude 
Until at last I gave up
And starting writing them down

All the horrid thoughts 
Of my past regrets
And all my failures 
The secrets that I possessed
Are being shouted out now

My doom it is coming 
I feel it as if it was
Right here and now
As the Moon is arising 
A blood red hot orb
That burns in my soul
And blinds me to reality
I can not see and I can't resist
The feeling of impending loss

The doom it is coming
Not just for me 
but for everyone 
And I must attest
The future is near
Followed close by eternal rest.


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