The monsters call out your name, In the vast core of your psyche,
Walk away or embrace the risk,
Face to face with utmost fears,
Turn yourself to statue stone
By looking into undesired eyes,
Would you shed tears,
Scream the soul out,
Or would you laugh aloud?
From tremendous satisfaction,
Excessive madness,
Or a terrible wound?
And the wound would burst
Spewing blood in all sides
Permeating the tense air,
Staining the thirsty ground
Dashing the whole being inside.
They see you abandoned,
But they turn their stare,
They hear, they know,
The dance of little monsters,
Inside your head,
They will soon begin
Their craftiest ball.
The bitter howl,
The screaming voice of ill,
Will let out the echo,
Of all you didn't want to speak.
Stay or leave?
Leave and avoid conflict with yourself?
Stay and fight till the last breath?
An eternal enigma, the battle inside,
Bloody inked story of the sword, Dwelling shiny in your arms,
Victorious in its pride,
Cutting your core ever so swiftly
Bathing you in the crimson tide.
Even though you carefully tread,
The valleys of your mind,
With the steps fore planned,
Each battle you dare to enter,
You end up defeated by
The old bloodthirsty friend.
And it's just a matter of time
When Angel's garrison retreats
When another demon's rebellion breaks out,
And you will keep wondering
Will it ever be suppressed
On that unsecured ground.
And you'll fight, scratch, scream out of fright
Overpowered by the eerie nightmare's sound
While the monsters dance you into the night....
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
