Splits

 

Let me in,

screeches the unearthly noise

as it slithers between

thoughts.

Disconnecting

the wires protecting them.

LET ME WIN…

I am never giving in.

This voice you hear,

it is only the beginning.

 

You'll feel every word.

Sharp, jagged.

Slicing against your mind

from the inside.

A headache

that leaves you blind.

A pain like none

you ever believed existed,

a box you have never untied.

A gift that you were never gifted.

And now it's seeping

into every guttural cry.

Out of your eyes

through the agony

dripping

to the ground

to carry the pain

into the earth,

as the tears

slowly scream

and die.

 

Listen.

LISTEN…

It is insistent. The pain blisters,

then bubbles, pops and oozes.

It splurges over thoughts,

rewires your fuses.

I am the end of days.

I am the darkness

at the bottom of

forgotten pathways,

and I've always

been leading you this way.

 

Thoughts now lie

like wispy clouds across

a crimson sky.

Drifting into the storm of

pain that sits

just at the edge of time.

 

That drone of fear.

The hum you hear,

which sits inside

your timid ears. I put it there.

I created its sound.

I am it's master.

Kneel down before me now.

It is time to beg and plead.

Pray if you like, it won't help a bit

The volume won't 

be turned down.

Watch as the universe splits...

 

 

 

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Kyle