BAD THINGS(1995)



In the lost times,creatures grabbed my soul
and dragged it way down into their hole
Their eyes of fire and lips of blood
became the things that drove me insane
In the lost times for the last time
they marched
They lost their power,their lips dried and parched
They sucked my blood and tasted resistance
They finally realized
I had no substance
the shackles broke off me one by one
Till the enemy gave up and began to run.
Susan King


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