Vicious memories
Shred my mind
Visions of Horrors
Seen, felt, birthed
Scarlet rain drips
From jagged veins
Feeding the silent sand
Stirring sleeping spirits
Old beyond knowing
Ancients feast on death
The taste, the smell, the silence
On the wind, in the sand, inside me
Each life is fleeting
Death lives in the silence
Life is pain, life is fear
Death is still, death is present
I watched you go beyond sight
All of you, food for Horrors
I lived...but food I will be
I will see you again...but not yet.
--Whistler 2/01/2022