Release
Quietly, almost without signs
The door opens, and you, the curious visitor
Come on in
The place feels warm, inviting
Exciting, even
Promises of safety and love
Slowly, you see others go in as well
Laughter
But in one quiet corner
Noone pays attention to
Sits a small shadow
Almost no one sees it at first
This small being that I can sense all day
Eventually, you begin to see it
The dead of night, everyone is asleep
You know is plotting something
And no one else shares this view
Until one fateful night
Quiet
It creeps into the soul of one
At first no one knows
Until finally, they fall
Their body sprouting crimson flowers
And another night falls
Another tainted
One by one
Gone
They say it whispers in their head
They grow cynical
You want to make them happy, care for them
But they begin to whisper to you
Withering
You begin to lose your grip
Thinning
Loss of appetite
Release the pain before I begin to scream
Release the pain before I know
Release
Everyone's already dead
Where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Poems and short stories
PoetryWell I have still been making writing pieces, but it's not what I used to. Just a series of poems and short stories I've made recently.
