Dark Poetry #4 |
Hands from Hell |
RenaissanceRomanceRunsRed Senior Member
since 2007-06-11
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Hands from Hell Terror is my only companion The fog in my head won’t clear And I’m left with those hands Red and bulbous coming for me The face of hell’s beauty Fierce, but terrifyingly beautiful Perfect in body, but for those hands It’s wrong and frighteningly distorted Twisted in the half light I’m in The evil emanates from those hands The visual stink of human forms Perverted sends me incapacitating shock No one will move, my heroes don’t come And I keep seeing those hands Wrong and red nails brown and sickly Blowing evil into the room with their presence And, in the moments before I awake, They stretch towards me Wanting to claim me- their great prize But I don’t feel the hands in the death of my nightmare |
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