While I slept,
while I dreamed,
the beast it did visit me,
it showed me things,
I wished not to see,
a river of blood,
a valley of darkness,
buried within was my sin,
too late did I cry,
for I was already gone,
the beast has my seedling,
the beast has my soul,
so run dear reader,
keep far away,
because it is coming,
the beast,
is here to stay.
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 
I Love this Matthew…you don’t usually do poetry! Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Thanks, a talent, I kept hidden? Or really, I should blame it on the many talented people I follow, you of course, being one, who slap so much emotion, and depth into what they do, that, somehow, it seeped into part of me, and escaped through the cracks. I love trying something different, and this, well, I kinda like this. Thanks again 🙂
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Well…I for one am thrilled this talent is no longer hidden!! Keep writing poetry Matthew!
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Thank you 🙂 I’ll do another ten, that’s guaranteed.
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