The darkness came to my room again,
It crowds my steady mind with weighty fear.
I heard the whispers;
And:
Pressure on the duvet.
My heart can't take...
Can't take...
Can't take...
Much more of this wretched evil.
Crowd not my mind,
Fill not my room.
For the darkness has sung to me
Too many times.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoesiaPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
