BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 39
Whistle of horror knocking on the door.
Every sight is of horror
As every step causes me ache.
Each breath brought but heartache
Abel in the dark, with rod on the jungle,
Cain bought arsenal, yet in tumble jumble.
Papapa! Shuffled Cain on a run,
The sound of gun, hunters hunt.
Feel the unknown at the corners of the ear,
Gradually downward, towards a choke to death.
‘loud thumps’ running nowhere that seems somewhere .
Like the vein of the neck, he is here and near!
So dangerous it looks;
For we, to inflict horror,
Into the fine dimples of our books,
Yet, we speak “how come terror”
Oh death go away, go away,
I run, I sway,
Eloping to an island of rest,
Here again he sits on the birds’ nest.
Amaze the voices, that cry free
Day and night,
The deafening bray of this mongrel
Claim the peace of the night.
Passing through the shadow of death,
Is a heart gripped with fear,
And his evil deeds around; snare,
As thanatophobia abounds his heart.
Why did you killed your Brother?
Your blood, you did murder.
You drank the blood of Abel, his soul cries louder
To the creator, he did thunder.
How I Iet evil bring end to my domain.
Would I let this bliss be cut off by men?
For this exit I dread most,
And I have made it my host.
The wicked runneth on a still land.
Conscience at war with gods of the land.
Thanatophobia, the trending phobia
Of stained heart, no nigh euphoria.
Every night, An abrupt jerk from sleep,
Wandering in death’s Valley like a lost sheep.
All in the head, the fear of death
The fear of death all in the head!
Soldered sheath for shaft steel;
Made to secure severe serenity,
Still gulps ones blood on kneel;
Moulding packs of pleads over heredity
Oh why hath thou done this?
The battering of death never cease,
Killing fellow blood and flesh,
Evil is what you belch.
In the middle of the night
They rise to the world
Heading out from their God’s acre
Barking for revenge
Panic spread down to the mind of Masses.
His evil deeds flips at heart,
His eyes filled with tears,
As if thousands of nemesis will appear at once,
Thanatophobia drenched him as he stood pierced.
What did you stand to gain,
By taking the footstep of Cain?
Did your brother’s blood never runs in your vein?
Oh Greed! Over his fortune, you wants to reign.
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