tis a bloody moon I see
licking its lips, the darkness tasting me
my soul to weep unknown
no one knows my tortured heart
with vacant stares they watch
my flesh to cry out to no avail
hell doesn’t desire the guilty
my purified soul will dwell well
my need misunderstood
God alone knows my innocense
with a spirit of conniving hell comes for me each evening
to taste my afficted faith
my soul shivers in the void
the devil’s whipers a feast for my dread









Hauntingly penned, Brenda. A powerful dark write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you for the love here it’s deeply appreciated ❤️
My word, you really have entered into the spirit of this most hauntingly chilling time of year .. Bravo & likewise awarded the 🖤 of horror .. Kindest Regards, Neville 😎👍
hello dearest Neville dark writing is a thing of mine I’m happy you enjoyed this…I always write what is on my mind I think it’s nightmares thank you for the great comment ❤️
not only cool but my guilty pleasure .. 🐦⬛🐦⬛🐦⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🖤🖤🐧😎👍
lol I’m glad thank you ❤️
that feels like it could be a win win .. ❤️