the sanctity of a cold dark cave is the place I go when the hunger craves
and they drive me to do the strangest things to me
by harbour's light upon the highest cliff in the darkest night crashing
surfs that rift and a hole inside the earth's black flesh
a creature so tortured can hear far and wide and smell the sweet blood
that is pumping inside as the drums beat it forth
beckoning and beguiling the reckoning will come
drum away drum away drum away hum
it will crawl, claw and gouge out the blackest of soil yearning its quench
all of its blood hungry calls
slinking and gnashing its teeth long and sharp to search out the smallest
and grandest of prey
unseen and unheard will be what it is and before you can scream
the red rain will flow
beckoning and bewilderment the beast will come
drum away drum away drum away hum
the poor thing is floating on an ebony dream and start around roll and flash
the final minute's strobe
a vision in the eyes of tremendous anguish as the last picture of life
ebbs into the waiting mouth of evil
fighting for another breath while confusion allows the prayer of endings and
total empty blackness fills the senses
beckoning and beknownst the death man will come
drum away drum away drum away hum
18feb2008
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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The dark beast within ever needing ever craving the prey to quench the deep thirst the wild lust for it's life giving blood. The tortured spirit finding it's own peace and acceptance of it's existence. In the Yin-Yang of eternity all has it's place and time.
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