Pulled Apart

" At least God's mercy is better than that of these monsters..."    - Bram Stoker

Hushed sorrowful prayers
Placed on the wings of a
Graceful black survivor
A pet crow guided by hell

Love letters from hell
Ripping into my mind
Leaving jagged deep slices
Blood and gore leaking into present moments

Hushed sorrowful prayers
Whispered by personal demons
A spoken soundtrack to
Twisted terrifying nightmares

Love letters from hell
Sickened and tattered by the
Poisoned words and trauma filled bonds

The gore seeps and drips from
Eyesockets left empty after
He, the father of demons
Destroyed any and all peace

Pet crows with talented talons
Scratching the bones
Omens weighing the corpse down
Bellow the surface of smiles and anxiety

The gore seeps and drips from
Infections set deep within the cracks
Scattered deformities laying in wait
Vengeful bottles containing horror

Pet crows fading into my shadow
Red drops from the talons and beaks
Swirling pink with tears
Decorating past paths
Hushed secrets of pain