Voices – Wrapped In Words

Slipping,

sliding,

no just losing my grip,

but losing myself,

no one offers a hand,

no one offer to help,

they all think I’m acting,

they all think I’m playing a hand,

but I’m not,

I’m losing it,

I fucking cracking up,

the walls are coming down,

the sky is opening up,

and the darkness is coming,

for every single one of us,

to claim its prize,

our sin,

our soul,

so heed this warning,

heed my call,

for once the beast has devoured me,

you’ll be its next port of call.

Published by

Marty Towns

Cult Australia author, wrote exclusively for Fear In Fear Magazine from 1993-2008 when the publishing house closed its doors. It's been 8 years since I sat down and managed to write something worthwhile, I think that's 8 years too long, let's see if I can't get this internet blogging thing to work for me. Creator of The Deadhead, or as you may now know it The Roundhead.

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