There is a place......
In the darkest corner of my mind......
Where light is but a fanciful thought.....
Where darkness is the only thing.....
Where there is a door......
A door that leads to a place filled with The Nightmare Men....
The Souls Of Killers.........
The wretched souls of damnable monsters.......
The Kingdom of Night.......
The Gateway To Hell......
And all this exists.....
In a place in my mind.......
A place only I can go.....
A door only I can open....
With the key.....
That which we call depravity.....
And the door opens only for me......
Because it exists in my mind.....
And I can only visit.....
At the darkest hours of night.......
*Note: I wanted this to be a doorway into the mind of a man obsessed with famous serial killers, and have those killers interact with him in his mind, with the mental strain pushing him slowly into insanity. Then I broke out my eloquent wordplay, and here we have an equally thoughtful poem. Also, most of my poetry is free-verse. I don't have patience for rhyming. Even though I'm never bad on timing..... 😉😈🙄
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