Under a Killing Moon by Yoric Watterott | Poetry Potion
Blood screams flood dreams In which i tear at flesh crawling with death Life vomits from my eyes as each muscle dies Slipping into a trench drenched in corpse stench As i lay waste and lungs moss with decay I have to believe That this hell i breath Was not exhaled by the demons within … Continue reading "Under a Killing Moon by Yoric Watterott"