Dusk lingers in the air...
Slowly I bring,
The blade to my skin,
Dig down to the bone,
Shaking hands, I have sinned.
Forget about all.
Forget about it.
It.
That son of a bitch.
A spirit, a monster,
Deep within,
Eating from the inside,
It always wins.
Shut it all out.
Fight It away.
Hush now, hush now.
It wants to play.
Sings in your ear,
A deadly song.
Torments you, hurts you,
Yet It knows no wrong.
A shadow, a force,
So harsh and impairing,
Will not forgive,
Infectious tearing.
It grabs and It pulls,
It yearns and It plays,
Forever I'll be,
It's worthless slave.
And as I write this,
On and on,
This is what it wants,
Suffering beyond.
I give It satisfaction,
As I write these words,
Share my endless suffering,
To forever be heard,
By the innocent purity,
The ears who will listen,
On my hands,
Is their blood that glistens.
It wont ever let me stop,
I shall never be free.
I'll cause the people around,
To fall at both knees.
But it wasn't my fault,
No no no!
This is the work of It,
The blood on snow!
The hooded figure!
The cloak in the darkness!
The messenger of fear!
Oh so very heartless!
Yet so very proud...
So filled with pride...
To tear souls apart
With a confident stride
So beware of all.
Beware of it!
Don't give your soul,
To an overpowering bitch.
YOU ARE READING
Dusk and Dawn
Poetry"Don't stop fighting at dusk. Just remember that dawn is only a night away." Poetry for the dusk, when the blistering night approaches and all hope seems lost. Poetry for the dawn, when sunlit rays peak over the horizon and tomorrow is a breath away...
