My Ocean of Stars (2023 - 2024) | Poetry

30.) mіᥒძ

They wonder why I'm silent
they can't hear my screams.
My voice comes from within, in violet
or scarlet, from my dark dreams.

I exist on a chair, drugged.
Unable to move a limb.
I am diseased, bugged.
Dying, weak, limp.

I peel the skin at my face
because I long to feel anything.
I love pain, I married disgrace
spiked and poisoned is my ring.

I'll slit, slice, dice and snap my fingers like Kit Kats.
I'll put the children in their place like little brats.
I'll make everything rise, the death rate, I'll peak its stats.
I'll suffocate the evil with pillows, cloth, rugs, rats and mats.

Come to me and I'll show you the flavour of death.
Call my name and you'll hear my deafening wrath.
Follow me and I'll show you true stealth.
Touch me and you'll be taking your last breath.

You want kind?
I'll put you to rest for an eternity.
You want to see my mind?
I'll trap you in it with much longevity.

My mind, mine.
Killing, kind.
My mind, mine.
Dying, dine.
Dine and feast
on the beast,
the  beast.
Sighing, you see,
the demon in me.

Now your soul will bind
to death, unwind.
I kill your kind
deep within my mind.