The flicker, dark then light. Ever so sinister, like this night.
I spend my last hours in a dark death bed.
While the guards go around, making sure the other monsters are fed.
I lay in wait in a cage like structure.
I let my mind off, in an imaginary adventure.
Like the others I await to die.
Now I wonder, why ever did I lie?
All I can imagine is my new throne.
The one that will electrify me till I'm liquid and bone.
Tomorrow I die, tomorrow I die I repeated in my head.
Because tomorrow I will surely be dead.
Now I watch my light flicker.
Dark then light, ever so sinister, like this night.
YOU ARE READING
From the Depth of my Subconcious
PoetryTHE HIDDEN PART OF MY MINDS QUERY AND MAKE UP. THIS IS MY WHOLE SELF, THE PART OF ME THAT I HOLD DEAR. THE WORDS, THE POEMS, THE STORIES, THESE, ARE THE REFLECTIONS OF MY IMAGINATION.
