weak

silent shouts and screams of the dark
shadows looming closerandcloser to the
church bels ringing nonchalantly like
a programmed alarm clock wakes her from her nightmare
revolving round the sun-fiery and wild
its gravity pulling her intestines towards
its core scorching burning burning fire and
water deep inside, trapped in the cavity of
her scull making her head too heavy to be
held high any longer and looonger gets the chain of events
leading to the notsosudden changes in
history book being her valentine and
her sole companion on
her bed feels like a grave in the
graveyard beyond the
church bells still ring, their sound being
drowned by the silent shouts and screams of the dark
shadows in search of another weak soul to prey on...