Adults Nightmares

An eclipse brought forth my hidden fears of forgotten. Evanescent is my being...Smoke of vanishing vapor, as the Devil takes another hit. Sitting on a rotten tree stump...Smiling eyes that could hystia your insides...A jelly spread of blood. As the monster licks his cracked blacken, crusted lips. Hiss is the whispers of a fork tongue, grazing your nake ear...Garden of Eden...Snake of Satan...Man of first sin...The world starts to spin...So history writes the rest...Following the bible is the test.