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Category: free verse

Empire of Ruin

Buildings burn in hell fire Hail falls from black clouds Innocent lips let loose tortured screams of sick abuse She sleeps. Like the dead As if they're granted any rest Only waking to find a meal Madame of the Grotesque She feasts on the fears of the so-called Living reveling in the pain they feel … Continue reading Empire of Ruin →

W. Edith Gilead Dark, free verse, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment September 17, 2018September 11, 2018 1 Minute

Nervous Habits

You haunt me, random phantom Come to steal my sanity Belittle and scorn yourself Addicted to your vanity Sleep now, forever hold the Peace that only comes with true death Slay the beast, leave a pretty corpse A cruel world hastily left. Rest is for the delusional Don't get caught up in the lies Happiness … Continue reading Nervous Habits →

W. Edith Gilead free verse, Poetry 3 Comments September 15, 2018September 11, 2018 0 Minutes

Sandman

Carry me on wings of nightmares Away from the nothingness away from the loneliness of this so called Dream A delicate lulluby of Nonsense. Gibberish. Screaming into the Silence Blank Faces. Empty eyes. A Void. Darkness. Oblivion. the endless moment has arrived He's here to claim me Consume all that I am. As if I … Continue reading Sandman →

W. Edith Gilead free verse, Poetry Leave a comment September 14, 2018September 14, 2018 1 Minute

Where the Sun Doesn’t Shine

Annabelle had a garden full of Hemlock, Fox Glove and Four o' Clocks Iris, Ivy, Lilies of every kind Annabelle sat in her garden sipping Belladonna Tea every evening, watching the sun set with thoughts of murder on her mind.

W. Edith Gilead free verse, Poetry Leave a comment September 13, 2018September 11, 2018 0 Minutes

Overdose

She sleeps so deep Like her soul has fled her body's cage The waking dead She dreams a little dream Nonsense, picture perfect memories The curtain draws, we fade to black A whimper, a sob, a scream Act Two: The scene changes She's no longer the Star but the damsel addicted who thought she'd come … Continue reading Overdose →

W. Edith Gilead free verse, Poetry Leave a comment September 12, 2018September 11, 2018 1 Minute

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