Inescapable time, unfailingly ticks until the break of imperative bands serrated nails, lethal pricks a throbbing head in tremulous hands
Punctured holes, enlarged by rage a desperate personality to never quit for a replica will ultimately disengage from a brain that's split
Tiny beads of perspiration form mutilated bands snap as I relapse dampened palms, insides warm my mind is seized as I collapse
Devoured by control as I foresaw an identity murdered to emerge again my blood dripping, her finger tips raw for she awakened as one, at ten past ten.
By: Melissa June