deepundergroundpoetry.com

Headcase 9

Life was fucked black and charred
dangled remains ripped from the carcass
there was no herald, only despair

plague of darkness slowly settles in
peeling skin raked by bubbled flesh
melted viscous streams to floor--screaming

nightmares die hard, awaiting swung blade
a doorway to cob-web and staircase
the bone holding cup runneth over

we are the receivers cast down in shadow shunned by light
as dark shards pierce the beating heart
squeeze box melodies whine with last gasps
awaiting our train to hell and flame as unholy bells ring.

cower to the corners without chance of escape,
life choices, the murder, the wait
lying body-bag hung on a nail, just there behind blood stain number nine 
whimpering innocence while your chest bears the mark
 
guilt of the living man holds no key but repent
hunger driving the body to run, rejects such escape
screams claw into the back, forward to the frontal lobe
ghost of man haunts, forever confused
Written by souladareatease
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 11 reading list entries 2
comments 23 reads 683
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:14am by BaldyBrown
SPEAKEASY
Today 5:58am by Carpe_Noctem
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:28am by SweetKittyCat5
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 11:20pm by mysteriouslady
POETRY
Yesterday 11:08pm by Hatful-of-Hollow
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 10:50pm by Ahavati