This essentially comes from one the worst dreams I ever had. Wanted to share, but couldn’t write a journal so tried to give it a dreadful poetic shot. Its less scary to read than actually seeing it in dreams..
In the garden I walk
With smooth steps that fall
A voice echoes with grudge
A hesitant turn toward the shrub
Screaming faces and latent coffins
Saw a tot with thorny eyes
Blue rimed iris and blotched pain
Pushing his hand ahead for a dread claim
Spellbind me with callous adage
Held my hand with barb grip
He took me to an old castle
Filled with carcass and decayed hay
I cried, but nobody could hear
Everything ruined, with that fatal curse
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