A Well OF WhisperS

A Well? Oh Well, A boy with a story to tell. 

For within these pages dark thoughts may dwell. 

As lessons unlearned become debts, unpaid, 

These stones, their tones, they now come to his aid…

(Jeep Alarm Blares)

As The Dream Soul Wanders - to the ground to the dEEP.
When a soul that ponders - where darkness may crEEP. 
From shadowed corners, in dark echoed slEEP. 
Through PorousssSssstones under…  
From that is where these horrors now sEEP.

Ok…enough of this Jeep!

Those Red eyes that gleam, Their sharp ancient tools.
gripped and wiped clean. 
His dismantled last hope.
Fell down a nightmare fueled slope. 
Organs held in viscous jars, and kept for some secret dark art. 
A prisoner now held, empty alone, his very organs, torn far apart. 

Cold water now rises, limbs like lead.
A Dark Doberman now waits, with eyes full of dread. 
A dropped chain’s thud, a silent soft vow.
The Dobermans' teeth, they tear through him now. 
He stares it down, a fragile last stand. 
He’s now lost in the grip of this forsaken land.

The WELL, it watches, dark and vast.
Where these porous SssTones lay their judgments ever so fast. 
As the seeds of his thoughts dance with the pains of the 'ought's. 
It is in dream-soaked soil, where madness now rots. 
As the story unfolds, like a ripe, twisted vine.
Will light prevail, or darkness align?