Random Poetry Written At 2am

Spectres of the Soul

I look out the window at the setting sun

There's a bloody taste in my mouth that I can't get rid of

I take a sip of my coffee but it just tastes of metal

I brush my teeth yet they don't feel any cleaner

A glance in the mirror reveals a blank, bloody expression

I wash my face and look again

It didn't come off - It never does

Laying down on the cold mattress a silent whimper hits my ears

Not much later it has turned into blood curdling screaming

I stare blankly at the ceiling where gruesome faces start to appear

I must say - I don't regret a thing