Plead Stories

This poem only available on Lush StoriesThis biting night is cold and lonesome:Echoes of the monstrous pastAre creeping up and nipping at me,My spirit terrified, aghast.The nails of fear are ripping through me,Slicing open hidden worries;Skin in shreds and bleeding fiercely,Shining barbs fly round in flurries.Screaming voices, hate and anguish,Temporal fears solidify,This waking nightmare murders sleeping,Ancient spectres...