Chilling night discourage your step,
Gory creatures round U to grab.
Stench of fear, dripping to nose,
Trees are endless, you are immersed.
Fume of breathes, brows in the rime,
Long forgotten years of prime.
Deadly howling, grope in the dark,
Searching ladder, way from the muck.
Noone miss you
Forest tease you
It's getting misty.
Evil squeezes
Fall to pieces
In pessimystics.
Anxious thoughts and shiver in hand,
Stolen world, that never be mend.
Demons in the cloak immolate,
All your vapours assassinate.
Closed horizon wished her goodnight,
Crescent Moon gave power to fight.
Broken nails were leaking like knell,
Knee-high grass was deathbed she fell...
PessiMystics
© Copyright: Дитрих Даркер, 2016
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