Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Bardo

Towards a new life there is terror,
Your soul locked in unnatural sleep,
Paralyzed,
While demons converge
With energetic hate.
They dance,
Twitching their limbs,
To summon you to Hell.
Their grinning, masked faces press close
Daring you to banish them.
The demons are you.

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