Faces At My Window: Part Two.
............................... They have returned.......
The hardest thing to ask, through my window stands a deep burden
But not only that, they want me to come and talk by the curtains...
I'm completely certain... That God has bannished me from prayer...
And its working... glass is the only thing saving me... One layer.
It's a waver, a kiss upon dark beauty, I would never dare
They could be lying... Biting and scratching when I stare.
Am I prepared? Why they are hissing and screaming at me...
So I got up and opened my sad window to let them all free.
They sank into me, pleas broke from my lips as I began crying
The teeth of these fiends... Inside my body, they were lying....
And I was lying, there on my bed...... Sickened of human skin
They inpregnated me... I was going to give birth to one of them.
And just then... My eyes turned black and my feet were bit off
I threw up on my throat, blood fell out on my window... I coughed
The screeching dropped, and they are just getting ready to leave
And the voices stopped.................... But they're staring at me.
...This isn't the end, dont let me follow my dreams...
Written By: SinAmen
Story Line: Based On a True Vision..... If Not Real.
Purposes:
It is about Demons.
a couple nights of a week I see faces.
in the day time I hear cats hissing in my attic.... and it seems like they want out, but when I go up there there is nothing.
tonight, I wrote that poem, because there was screeching at my window.