The Wall…

hsj

~

The wall that you built…
Can no longer protect you…

And hiding behind it…
Won’t add any value…

As the voices you hate…
The ones that you fear…

They have found you…
And now stab like spears…

Deep inside your mind…
Seeping into your soul…

Injecting their poison…
Filling that black hole…

The void you created…
In an attempt to outrun…

You thought it‘d ended…
But it’s only just begun…

As they sat and waited…
Quietly biding their time…

Until you were happy…
Starting to finally feel fine…

And the world that you live in…
Is just how you wanted it…

All those jigsaw pieces …
Finally did seem to fit…

This was the moment…
They chose to attack…

Knowing you’re vulnerable…
Dragging you back into black…

They began as a whisper…
Reigniting your paranoia…

Invading your waking hours…
Haunting like a dark destroyer…

Pulling out all the guilt…
Hid deep inside your dreams…

That you locked up in boxes…
Blocking out the screams…

Of those you have hurt…
The times that you lied…

Those late night distractions…
And secrets you tried to hide…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Sinking” by The Cure

“The secrets I hide, twist me inside”…

hsj

~

The wall that you built…
Can no longer protect you…

And hiding behind it…
Won’t add any value…

As the voices you hate…
The ones that you fear…

They have found you…
And now stab like spears…

Deep inside your mind…
Seeping into your soul…

Injecting their poison…
Filling that black hole…

The void you created…
In an attempt to outrun…

You thought it‘d ended…
But it’s only just begun…

As they sat and waited…
Quietly biding their time…

Until you were happy…
Starting to finally feel fine…

And the world that you live in…
Is just how you wanted it…

All those jigsaw pieces …
Finally did seem to fit…

This was the moment…
They chose to attack…

Knowing you’re vulnerable…
Dragging you back into black…

They began as a whisper…
Reigniting your paranoia…

Invading your waking hours…
Haunting like a dark destroyer…

Pulling out all the guilt…
Hid deep inside your dreams…

That you locked up in boxes…
Blocking out the screams…

Of those you have hurt…
The times that you lied…

Those late night distractions…
And secrets you tried to hide…

~

“Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you”…

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Cheers

lmsf

Night Terrors

I awoke, late one night
to my mother’s screaming
I’ve always resented
my interrupted dreaming
I took off my covers
and stepped out of bed
I opened my door
the hallway – splattered red

I raced to my parents’ room
echoed, did her cries
I opened their door,
which I’d not advise

My father: flayed – displayed,
nailed up to the ceiling
a dripping demon smiled
off mother’s skin, it’s peeling
I slammed the door and ran
right back to my room
forgot to lock my door,
please don’t be my doom

I gripped my bear, tight
protects me all the time
hiding under covers
as into bed, I climb

My door creaked open, slowly
as footsteps taunt and thud
that damned dripping, but of him
or of my parents’ blood?
it crawled beneath my bed
I’m frozen, and afraid
until the morning sun,
under my bed, it stayed

When I’m graced with light,
a sentence on the wall
it was penned in blood
that demon starts to crawl
the blood had run, but dried:

“Oh, naïve Jake,
It’s alright, cheer on up!
I know that you’re awake”

Night Terrors art by Sally-Jackson

“Too many secrets, too many lies”…

sombras

~

In a dimly lit room,
backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

Sat in chairs and stood on tables…
Telling stories from the past…
Words of myths and fables…
Legends made to last…

Where nothing around,
makes any sense…

And feelings run so high,
so fucking tense…

As the Silver light of the moon,
crawls through a window…

In a place behind the trees,
that only they know…

Hidden out of sight…
Only active on a night…
And security is tight…

Invited in by invitation…
Then forced into an initiation…

Removing their disguise…
Blindly covering their eyes…
To intensify the surprise…

Leading to sexual awakening…
For those who are naked and partaking…

And those who watch…
The voyeurs who can’t touch…

They understand the process…
And monitor the progress…

Peering through a window,
into the souls of others…

Connected by secrets,
blood sisters and blood brothers…

As the Devil roams freely…
And the women smile sweetly…
Offering themselves completely…

To those who know…
Who rule this show…
Knowing what they say, goes…

With high expectations…
Laced with utter temptation…

In that dimly lit room,
where backwards words are spoken…

Falling from the mouths of,
the ones who are broken…

~

Song request by shikenkan