The Redest of Blues

[darkmartheight]

I lie here, tongue in cheek,
wrapped tightly in these sweat soaked sheets,
feeling long deceased,
a mummy, fleshless from the feast,
she's a pack of wolves, I'm a flock of sheep.

For about 9 weeks,
I've evaded sleep,
I feel faint and weak,
The words in my head repeat,
They've never sounded so cheap.
With each refrain, they turn to shrieks.
Soon, I'll be for the flies to eat,
Setting my tortured soul free,
and then only Hell will have my sould to keep.

[jster2000]

i really like the last line in the first verse
as a whole its sollid
should be a little longer though