It started! my blood is pounding weary veins
it’s gripping sting, the skin wrapping this pain.
That drip! drip! drip! sound that’s in my head
this prelude to the darkness that lays ahead.
My eyes now sunk in from the lack of sleep
this cringing sensations has started it’s creep.
Cold nights with the howling of the north wind
as blackening sky muffling thy cries from within.
Childhood memories flickering flash! then crash
visions of my past, this rash of unwanted trash.
Wood floors squeak then squelch on there own
my heart stops for the search but I’m here alone.
Still I can hear the whispers of things never said
ash white colored walls are just right for the dead.
The rain pours before swirling leaves in the wind
they scratch, thump! this pounding to come in.
This horror of hollow ever more pills do I swallow,
they stop those voices in my head, so I don’t follow.
Slowly closing dark window shades as I remember,
how the light in my life died! this past November.
Casting aside all those who would ever know me,
this crawling inside from the hell that haunts me.
Terror! torments me, an ugly wound am I doomed,
receding into my cocoon now entering my tomb.
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