Warnings: Loss, extreme imagination, if horror ain't your cup of tea, might want to avoid this one,
My mind has never been my friend
It thinks too much for me
Shows me things that are not real
Things I don't want to see
I had monsters in my head
I saw them in the dark
And though they were not ever there
They still left quite the mark
They formed right when the lights turned off
Or just behind my eyes
Were often in dark window panes
Or in the starless skies
Their grins stretched ear to ear with teeth
As pointed as a knife
Their eyes as wide as apples held
No single sign of life
Rake thin limbs that seemed to stretch
Until they filled a room
A soundless walk which screamed that soon
Too I would face my doom
But you, my dear, helped me escape
You made the monsters flee
I miss when you were mine, my love
The way you set me free
The monsters, though, have not returned-
How I long for their curse
For in their place my mind's devised
A form that is much worse
For the first time I loathe my mind
For what it makes me view
For monsters are much kinder than
These illusions of you
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
