HAUNTED

Emerging from my morbid dreams

Awakened by my own frightened screams

I half expect to see your blood on my hands

You will not see them,

As sharp as your sight may be.

Deaf men can hear them,

For their voices penetrate the silence.

I'm haunted by these gaunt and skeletal figures; tiny frames

of children and they mothers searching for food to eat. With

I am haunted by you.

Your eyes watch me in the night.

I feel your presence beside me,

and your breath upon my neck.

Chills

In the Arms of Ruin

Return though you've been wronged,
Keep answering the night's call,
Suffering the abuse, ignoring your