Nightmare

P.X. Vexxus



Blood drips in an abyss of despair

Alone he sits in the darkness of his nightmare

The corpses of his greed lay beneath his stare

His demented mind swallowed in a cage of fear


Within the raging sea lies his mind

Storms of hatred, keep him confined

His madness slowly becoming part of his design

More victims pile as he becomes more refined



As the crimson stains an ocean of pain

He becomes part of this world lost in chains

As the blood spills, his lust is sustained

He falls victim to infinite shame



The mental binds of resentment hold him fast

Beneath his agony, a pain impossibly vast

He crawls beneath a burden of infinite mass

He trembles and shakes, shatters like glass



Broken and beaten, his hollow heart still beats

He opens his eyes, as he lies upon his sheets

His nightmare consumed him, it made him weak

Until his blade of mercy left a red streak

 

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 29th, 2017 00:26
  • Comment from author about the poem: Nightmare [May 29, 2016] A story about a man who gives in to the torment within his mind.
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  • lost-but-not-broken17

    Wow! So descriptive, really invisions what's going on. Love it!



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