MESSENGER RED

Falling under guns,
trigger happy clock hands hold.

Ghosts and their derisions,
pushing me into the fold.

Hissing from the cellar,
clawing scratches into scars.

Spelling stories onto flesh,
in trance,the spirits carve.

I cannot scream loud enough-
My debut supernatural snuff-
Beside my bed
the bible pages flip in rhythm with hyperventilation.

I cannot reach in enough,
to force them back to their dimension.
Peering through the window is my demise,
it's eye's carnivorous,and ready for a feast.

Please will you kill the messenger?

Do not read the bleeding words on me.

Fire shall suffice to rid this human canvas,

of everything the world should never see.