(/"It's an initiation to darkness
It calls, it gropes, it pries
And seeps into you..."/)
... Wait! Listen....
Can you hear them?
No, not there...
Here... Yes here, underfoot
The voices...
The agonised screams
The blood curling screech
Yes they are calling
They chant your name
Yes yours, Listen closely
They call upon you
Upon you birthright
Upon you origin
Your blood boils
And still they cry
They beckon you to them
They call you.
Slowly,
Surely,
Carefully
Their voices caress the air above you
They want you
They draw to you
They pull you... Closer... Closer
Yes! they rejoice...
As you yield to their calls
You look back and are deceived
They draw you to death
To pain, to anguish, to agony
Far, far away,
There were the residents moan
They call you to pain
And yet you see joy
They call you to suffer
But you see peace
They call you to them
And you are drawn, closer
Yes closer, closer to them, closer.. Deeper
Deep down in the realms of the unknown
Deep down to swivelling cries of pain
Deep down to the moaning and writhing
And the gnashing of teeth
2013/01/07
YOU ARE READING
Something different...
PoesíaThey are dark, they call, they remind, they recall... Don't be fooled, they aren't your friends... Beware... You've been warned...
