the devil's laughter,
the children's cries
upon my deep slumber
is where inferno lies
wide-awake in my body's anchored state
deep down in a nightmare where there is no escape .
in my ears they will echo;
a woman humming in alto,
inaudible haunted whispers,
a hollow breathing against my shoulders.
soon appears a vivid image of a daughter
cutting through the fingers of her mother.
blood came rushing in a touch of dark.
the hum became a cry,
and the cry became a howl.
the daughter chew into her fingers now.
it wasn't too long until i saw the light again
the silence was too loud yet comforting
panting and cold in sweat
until the morning grew.
the visions kept me awake
with a sight of the two;
the mother and her daughter floats upon my ceiling
they laughed and cried, and bled and died
it was too real
they held me back from waking and sleeping.
they followed me everywhere as if I am their meal
soon, i forced a smile to test their reply
they whispered back with a truth so blue
waiting for me to join them too.
YOU ARE READING
Carpe Diem
Poetry"Carpe Diem (Seize the Day)" is a collection of poems that resided within the hellfire mind, in the pitts of oblivion, of a monster who's confused and longing for a ray of light.
