hear my soul sigh as the dark cloud settles over me,
see the tears roll, why? my demons won. effortlessly.
defeat -
struck by such a deep hopeless aching,
to claim my victory would only be faking...
a voice -
tearing free from some deep sunken hollow in my mind;
the fading voice of sanity echoes back - in a macabre rhyme...
taunting, mocking: "you knew you were never strong.
let the darkness swallow you; it's were you belong..."
the words spinning around me its poisonous cocoon;
ringing in my ears, my body powerless to its toxic tune.
twirling -
sweeping me up and dragging me down,
the dance of death -
scuffling along in a bloodied dressing gown...
the grim audience watching, whispering low:
"come on dear, u want to join us. we know..."
rustling death - their voices melting into one mournful choir;
encircling the dance floor in their gloomiest attire.
pale grey faces hidden behind their deathly masks,
numbness gripping; feel life slipping from my weakened grasp.....
In South Africa today security plays a vital part in any business or private home. This book and the volumes to follow, will guide you step by step through the essential precautionary measures to be taken in protecting your family and valuables. From employing security guards, evacuation of your site and security measures to burglar bars and alarms in your private home.
a Book compiled by me from experience gained after 10 years in the security industry as Industrial relations officer with Nosa qualifications, 1st Aid, fire protection and also S.O.B. grade A.
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