Reverb
by JOSEPH BRYANT (Italian Stallion)
The re-occurring reverberations
Echo in the silence of the night.
Petty little screams, scratches
Making hair stand tall and shiver.
Blackened souls arising,
Blood flowing free.
Hearts pounding harder,
It’s just you and me.
Once again reverberations
Getting closer than before.
Whispers of death,
Sounds of laughter,
Psychotic screams,
Joy of happiness;
Slaughtering humans
This man’s insane.
These screams for help,
That echo in the night
Is your true imagination.
A reverb once again.
© Copyright 2008 By: Italian Stallion