*Trigger Warning: Slight mention of blood*
I lock myself in a room of iron and marble
As I slam the door behind me
My bloody hand gets tangled in
The dying ivy climbing up the walls
I finally free myself and stumble to the mirror
Voices of a thousand outsiders plague my mind
As my reflection writhes in the mirror
Blood streams down the glass
My red eyes gaze upon it
Both of us scarlet equals
Demons no human has ever faced materialize
As they ruthlessly dance inside my eyes
The blood slowly dries to a stinging clot
Let the shadows consume what is left
I will laugh, but smile no more
(S.M.)
This is definitely one of my darker poems to date. I wrote this in a severe period of depression and self-loathing. Depression isn't rare for me to experience, but this certain spell lasted a lot longer than the others. The last line was borrowed from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Fall of the House of Usher." Specifically in the work "The Haunted Palace" created in that story.
Had I not written this, I daresay that I would've gone insane.
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