Hound Dogs
Hound dogs clawing at the walls in my mind
Trying to unleash
My hidden thoughts
Things that don’t make sense
Things that should be confined
Perversion, cruelty, deceit,
Evil doings,
Simply sick contraptions
The hounds never seem to let up
Their claws go deeper
Their vicious growl goes louder
The walls are weak
They crumble beneath their paws
Set free
To wreak havoc
In an already unstable mind
They hunt,
They prey
For the next spot of weakness
Until there is nothing more to devour
Until the emptiness
Swallows me
introspeak 2:16 pm on July 3, 2011 Permalink |
Nice one!
Tootsie 4:14 am on July 6, 2011 Permalink |
Thanks