Deep down in the creavises of rock,
are the things buried and forgot.
Abondoment has settled,
underneith the metal, of hardened hatred.
Compling up is moltin rock,
held down low as if being supressed.
Supressed by a solid darkness,
which pierces any light.
Surrounded within this hole,
is the crying,screaming,violence
and anger which fules the rock red.
A fueling of rock has suppressed to a glow.
There are old things dead, and stories untold.
Continuing inside this mountainous hole,
I see a hill, made of many rodent type moles.
Some have been preserved,
turned into stone.
While yet others are skin and bone,
a few rotting away with decay.
Even more so,
there is still more to see.
I look at their red eyes,
they look back at me.
Held in a trance,
by their dead evil glance.
I tremble with fear,
because this is all to near.
For the thoughts are unclear.
To many thoughts, to many sounds,
bouncing all around,
to find the hole they are bound
Yet all points inwardly down.
To many precieved to many to read,
keep filling this hull as if shovel fed.
The injustice this mountain has suffered,
held down for many a year.
Piles upon piles of unresolved cryless tears.
Made up of a hill of rodent type skull's,
some dead,
others skin and bone,
still some that glow red.
This hill now a mountain,
now gives way to a growl,
If giving more to hold down,
the underbelly of this mountain,
will do more then just howl.
The devistation of hurling heated red rocks.
All starts from childhood with their building blocks.
Lying in dorment hiding in their disquise.
Then later to arise,
when lease to be expected.
Suddenly from within, an eruption
so violently held within this old den.
Burst out of its dirt and rock outter skin.
Burning all those around.
Burning them down into the ground.
Freeing up, all that which was surpressed.
Not carring where all the supression lands.
Slowley but surley,
Blocks are passed down to little hands.
To young to understand,
Left there to play with hot rocks, later turned cold
Did not know what to hold on to,
or to let go.
Just absorbing like a sponge,
it's not their fault there young.
It all starts with their building blocks.
It's the beginning of Creavises of Rock.
Some gifts are free some have hidden prices like hidden disease.
Sincerly Gannondalf |
Submission Name: Creavises of Rock
