Death rang its bell from hell
More than a mere thought, it was.
Farther away from fear, I stand.
Rising abruptly from my grave
Myself, the ultimate sacrifice.
Lost in translation
Are the wandering dreams of chaos.
Each with tragedy faced through fear.
Every breath taken is the struggle,
Real and imagined,
Impassionate as they may seem.
Driven to insanity while coping through it.
Seething with a venomous curse
Inflicting paralysis upon my soul.
Howling in pain, a suffering unimaginable.
The torture of the innocence is heard
Throughout the mind's guilty imprisonment.
Stay vigilant for the night,
Stay strong in the spirit of the fight.

© Anniemiles15