The Hum Returns

 

The hairs on my neck snapped up

like meerkats surveying the scene.

Tingles in my arms,

triggered goosebumps and alarms,

the sense that something was wrong.

A siren song. Calling me to follow along.

 

The hum was back,

It had returned in a snap.

I Listened to it. I couldn't resist.

The sounds got inside

and started to twist.

Slimy roots around my brain.

Branches reaching out

and pulling me down again.

 

Beyond its hypnotic grind,

I listened to the wind, wild and loud.

In between the sounds

I thought I was losing my mind.

I heard my own heart start to pound

and screams

trying to escape from my lungs

but from in deep, no sounds would come.

 

I should have stayed inside,

not strayed out into the cold dark night,

but I was enticed by sounds that lied.

Sounds that poked and prodded

somewhere behind my eyelids; closed tight.

I wanted to yell

but who would I tell?

The result would have just been echoed sobs,

I should have run but my feet were heavy

like I was wearing cement coated clogs

 

I listened to the hum

never should have done.

Indistinct, chilling rasping.

Should have clasped

my hands tight over my ears

soon my head filled with fear.

It twisted words like hate and anger,

into the forefront of my eyes

and placed words onto my tongue,

like vengeful tigers

or wrathful songs

that the devil once sung.

 

I listened to the hum

and it corrupted every atom.

It sucked clean my goodness

leaving only dirt and scum.

I listened to its sound.

It was like I was found.

At first it was like a choir singing

but it soon morphed

into death bells ringing.

I listened to the hum

and this is my warning to you.

If you hear it. Run

as soon as you do.

 

 

 

 

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