Beneath the Surface
9-9-24
The irony smell of the residue of blood.
The primal hunger that fuels it all.
A prison hidden deep within the earth.
A cave of sorts, unexplored by all.
Drip drip goes the ceiling to the floor.
Slime, a perfect catastrophe to fall.
You’ll become prey to behold.
And be counted as one of the many tragedies.
Claw marks scar the rocky walls.
Indented deep, over years of being mauled.
Years of being trapped in this prison.
Has created a monster that is anger driven.
Lockets and pendants of those left behind.
Those that never again, saw a ray of sunshine.
The damp smell, of musty rain.
The darkness and its ever looming strain.
All the bones of the ones years past.
And not long, did any of them last.
Hear a rumble in the shadows.
And hear a blood curdling scream.
The warnings of their ghosts.
See the fanged teeth that gleam.
And the stalker eyes that glow in the night
Leave behind your hearts plight.
The monster isn’t only predatory, it’s also a parasite.
Once you’re beaten and broken.
It will suck out all of your life.
Feeding off of your light.
See everyone fall to the depths of the lies.
And witness your soul being sucked dry.
