A long chase
Cold pine moon
Seeking rest
But finding none
An aberration
Of the senses
Travelling onward
A rapid pace
No apparent
Object in view
Always indifferent to surroundings
Unequivocally rabid
Unmingled ferocity depicted
Caught in a hit and run
Howling and furious
Allowed to escape
No longer
Kept confined
Ready to spring
Upon my enemy
If you even
Dare to sink
In your teeth
Again this time
I'll go
For the throat
Unequivocally rabid
Unmingled ferocity depicted
Caught in a hit and run
I could have killed you
I could have killed you
YOU ARE READING
Crackle
PoetryPossibly the darkest collection of songs that I've written, to date. Also, that's my own artwork on the cover. Published under my Wandering Faith moniker.
