Twenty-six days I've counted now
Since that fateful day
The day I've dreamed of every night
The night of Saltrock BayI start awake, not fully awake
And think of what I did
The hand, the mouth the screaming
The night's silence I would breakIt's like I am not my own person
As if I'm in a trance
A trance of deafening silence
A trance of blinding darkness
But I feel like if I continue it will only worsenYet I cannot stop myself
My feet my guide instead
The calling of the graveyard
The voice as cold as stone
But yet my feet advance
With more control of me than my headThey lead me to the place
The place I know so well
A paradise to many
To me a living hellI'm trying to stop
I'm trying to scream
But all to no avail
My feet just keep on walking
Walking on the trailThe trail that leads me to the bridge
A bridge I hoped to forget
A bridge that brought back memories
Memories of when with Death I metI have no time to think
I'm falling
Falling
Falling
Falling into a dark abyss
The dark abyss that my dearly beloved has seen before
His hand, his mouth, his screaming
All I have witnessed, and am witnessing again
Only this time to my own sorrow and painDarkness.
I start awake, not fully awake
And think of what I did
The hand, the mouth the screaming
The night's silence I would break...
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Saltrock Bay
HorrorA short poem about a woman who kills her husband and her past comes back to haunt her...