Describe What You do for a Living

Describe what you do for a living but make it scary! I'm not looking for blood and guts ( though implying it will happen is okay ); I'm looking for suspense and something that makes the skin crawl. . .and me shudder!

• NEW writes ONLY
• ONE entry per Poet
•  ANY type of Form accepted, including spoken word and visual
• TASTEFUL erotica accepted but NO pump & dump or it will be removed
• The shorter the better. *

* I'd love to see a command of words that cuts chill right to the bone!

You have a month! Good luck, and most importantly, HAVE FUN!

"The Dark and Frigid"

Below the fathoms, past light’s domain
Where sun and stars dare not remain
I stalk the deep in iron’s hold
A sentinel of secrets cold
In caverns black, where shadows writhe
In silence, waiting, I survive

The hull, it groans like mournful wails
A ghost ship lost in murky trails
The compass spins, a treacherous guide
Through trench and pit where horrors hide
The weight of eons crushes near
And whispers things no soul should hear

My breath is stale, the air is thin
A coffin’s echo trapped within
The sonar’s ping, a lonely bell
A call to beasts that swim from Hell
They prowl the depths, unseen, unknown
Where God and man have never flown

Through endless black and currents wild
I chart the path of Leviathan’s child
The thrumming pulse of engines’ beat
A hymn to those that time will eat
The ice above, a frozen lid
To lock away what must be hid

The crew, they stare with haunted eyes
For here, beneath, no hero lies
Just men adrift in iron tomb
With secrets sealed in ocean’s womb
We dive through dark, relentless dread
Where every whisper wakes the dead

Through portholes stained with algae’s creep
I glimpse the things that never sleep
They linger just beyond the hull
The shapes that pull and push and lull
They call me down to join their feast
To feed the hunger of the beast

The hull might hold, the hull might break
Each dive a gamble mortals take
For here, below, in waters cursed
The air grows thick, the thirst grows worse
The cold, it grips with icy claws
And silence rules with brutal laws

I live in fear of breaking light
Of what will surface in the night
The pressure mounts, the steel will groan
A kingdom carved from bone on bone
And in this depth, I pay my fee
Soul lost to the blackened sea

Way to kick us off, guys! Looking forward to reading more from entrants!

Shilohverse, as a former paralegal for 15 years, I can deeply appreciate this offering! The final lines are chilly and leave just enough imagination to the reader! Well done!

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LOL! These entries are hitting me personally, as I was once a painter too! At some point in my life I'd love to get back into it - hopefully when I finally retire in a few years! Well done, PAR!

O_Dee said:

Now THAT is chilling! Thanks for entering!

OMG! Todd Sweeny! Excellent one, Rew!

[/shudderz] Well doe, Hades! Thanks for entering!