Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Screaming in the streets

Screaming in the streets.
The devil's at my door.
Chopping away at the wood; machetes galore.
Rabid grunts get louder and louder, as our door falls into plunder.
It's rush and retaliate. No escape.
Slow your breath, and heed your fate.
Death means not to welcome.
Death is but only an outcome.