I lay down and it reaches me..the unwanted sounds of pain..trying to make sense of the curse..the screaming..I press my hands over my ears..no silence just horrific cries of unwanted people..I open my eyes and all I see is twisted faces surrounding me..groaning and empty eyes grasping at me..violation of happiness and lost tears...I open my arms in the dark...just take me away from this moment! But it keeps haunting me until I get away....Away? Is there a such thing?? Trapped on this crappie mattress with constant needs of lost souls..Or are they just personal demons..I think finally sitting up..faces of hate smothers me..I fight back against the cold air..I screamed at the strange sights! I will win..just you know.I am not the only one...
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
