possession

 
shatter the nightscape of dread
feelings scatter, illusions get bigger
open your blind eyes to the jester of naught
his hoax is on the evening
a winner among the gossiping birds of the air
who reek of failure

spinning fear from imaginations
selling dread with every whisper
a hint of panic to sweeten it all
all ingredients for terror

I scream in my mind
horror growls back
shut up bitch, I came to greet you

insidious greed in the sorrow
it reaches inside pulling at the soul of me
a cut to my psyche and I'm bleeding out
the pyre inside me crackling
fuel to the fire is my low self esteem

I swing at my attacker and miss
he takes me down easily
inside the dimly lit hallways of torture
my demented keeper glories

my downfall renowned in the halls of reckoning