Surge of hate

 

They keep breeding.

Too many

incessant insects,

taking

too much space,

into my face

they swoop.

Feeding.

Feasting.

On what?

I don't know,

but they are

making me feel entombed.

Their wiry bodies

filling the room.

 

They are flapping,

sapping my energy,

frustrating me.

They swarm,

buzzing

like an oncoming storm.

These creepy beings

keep flooding,

sucking up 

the blood I'm letting.

Sweating. I'm fretting,

at the feeling I'm getting.

 

A plague of insects,

the sky slate black.

Bubbling, agitated,

ready to attack.

Like waves on a sea,

they blend.

Frothing, melting,

it never ends.

Swirling, circling,

the just keep burbling,

a blood curdling sound.

Morphing, it mixes

with your heart as it pounds

and they keep going

Never stopping, 

never slowing down.

 

They keep breeding.

What is in the water?

Flying around,

they irritate

It gets harder

each day to navigate

this continual

surge of hate.

 

 

 

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Inner Voice

 

This nagging feeling

like an ever closening sea.

Isn't inching

towards me,

it's rushing forwards

like the ghostly woman

from "the ring"

climbing out of her TV.

 

The intense feeling

to which I am resigned,

like a drill bit

driving deep into my mind.

The wailing sound

it makes,

screeching in agony,

is occupying every

bit of my head.

Grinding my teeth,

until my mouth is all

blood and bone instead.

 

The wretched soundtrack

of my own internal voice,

giving me negative feedback,

never applause.

It just screams and curses,

utters words of terse adversity,

it mutters that I'm not worth anything.

It shouts and spits.

Ripping my peace of mind to bits,

and then it sits.

Happily watching me

crawling in the dirt,

collecting my shattered thoughts

and repairing the hurt.

 

 

 

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Unscathed

 

Take my hand,

let it lead you

through this

nightmare world.

Let it guide, on this

spooky ghost train

ride. Let it hold

your hand. Tight,

as the fear starts to bite.

Let it brush away 

the cobwebs of fright,

as we stumble through

this cavernous

world of the night.

 

Take my hand,

as we explore

this upside-down land.

As the visions and apparitions

try to grip around your feet,

from deep in the claggy quicksand.

Fearful fingers jammed in ears,

to withstand the screams,

whistling from fanged 

creatures of the damned.

In this terrifying dream.

 

Take my hand

as we run through

this maze of scares,

creepy staircase of fears,

where the surface bubbles

under its own breath,

and the air is stagnant

with the scent of death,

but don't be afraid.

This hand won't let go,

it won't run away.

It will hold on tight,

as the crazed beings

rise from their graves.

It will hold on 

to make sure you come out

of the other side unscathed.

 

 

 

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