Warning: This poem is NOT for the faint of heart. I am sorry that my poetry is all dark and gritty and sometimes bordering on horror, but for some reason, poetry seems to bring out some previously unseen dark side of me *shrugs*
Anyway, for those who are brave enough to read this – I am perfectly fine, this is NOT about me….so, enjoy…if you dare 😉
I wake up in the morning
And all I can see
Is the blood that’s surrounding, drowning me
Cause you wouldn’t heed my warning
You said I couldn’t hurt you
But the shreds of flesh underneath my fingernails
Speak volumes about what I do
What you denied, passed off as a mere tale
I tried to run
I tried to hide
To protect you from the beast inside
But somehow you would come
You would find me
Corner me
Beg me to see
That you could help me…
…I just had to believe
Believe me, dear, you better run, run, run
As fast as you can, as high as the sun
Cause it’s the only way you can escape, the only way to be safe
From the terror I become, from the monster lurking in my mental space
You say there’s good
I say there’s only blackness
Turn around, you say I could
But I’m too far gone in the darkness
Believe me, dear, you better run, run, run
As fast as you can, as high as the sun
Cause it’s the only way you can escape, the only way to be safe
From the terror I become, from the monster lurking in my mental space
There’s death in my wake
Only terror and slaughter
So for your sake
Leave as I give no quarter
Don’t tell me that there’s good
Don’t break me down
Don’t steal my heart
Don’t make me sound
Just run, run, run
As fast as you can, as high as the sun
Cause the monster is chafing at the chains, the timer’s ticking down
And you’re about to be caught in the blast
You told me that you weren’t scared by what was inside
That all would be fine
You were scared of the monsters on TV
When you were scared of the wrong monsters – and should’ve been scared of me
But your broke me down
Stole me with your words
Let me think that there was hope
That I could be sound
But as I wake
I’m met by a sight that only confirms they were lies
Your pitiful cries
As your life I take
Your still beating heart in my palm
Looking down at you in horror, trying to be calm
With your dying breath, you tell me a lie that is ill-concieved
That in me, you still believe
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