I hear the darkness calling my name. I see my dreams fading away. can you sense my presence anymore. I feel gone like the dead.
just forgotten my mind. wear are we now is this reality because it feels like a dream.
Ive been having thoughts that would scare even the strongest of men. And I'm in fear for life. Trying to run from my mind.
Its a blood bath raining down. Trying to find my way out but in this everlasting hate. I've been pushed to create my own world full of bodies and gore.
There trying to score one more. I keep telling myself my darkness will end up bleeding through into my outside life.
I had a dream where there was only me it was great. I was soon snapped back to reality.
Into this wasteland full of people who don't have a clue. There all running around copying anything they see like animals.
That's just what we are animals. So why can't I give into my true nature.
I need to let it out or it will soon rampage about. It's like a mask that's too heavy it gonna slip.
I need to breathe, but I don't want people to see that I have a beast locked inside of me.
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Comments2
Gory and dark and emotive. Kudos for the effective style n struggle portrayed.
Pls do comment out my latest poem too. I'm a new poet here but have been writing poetry since years and readers enjoyed it elsewhere until I found this site and wish to make new poem pals.
I see the namesake of your pseudonym, you paint with a dark pallet, and it's a natural part of you... raw and animalistic. Thank for sharing.
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