They

This is when they take you
This is when you try
To escape the coldness of their touch
The darkness of their eyes
This is when they drag you
And take you from this plane
To feast upon your fears
Nourishment from distain
They poke
They prod
They harvest
The things that make you weak
And collect from these nightmares
They pull
The scrape
They seek
Their instruments are crafted
Purpose built and designed
To collect all your heartache
And the tears that you cry
Once you are depleted
Broken
And abused
They will leave you
To seek another muse
The nightmare that just happened
So real
Yet, so unreal
No one will believe you
The pain that you feel
These cold and violent spectres
These men with their grey skin
Their giant eyes are absent
Of remorse of their sin
Their calculated practice
Stealing fears from within
Forever they will haunt you
From a distant ship
Until again they need you
To take from you again

Reviews

[Nemesis G]

Haunting and eerie, I loved your poem very well written. Thank you for sharing.

[James Grizzly Jones]

good work

[1 Deep]

Good write! I hear a ring of truth to it as well.

[3rdEyeSharp]

Real writing on something so curious, I think about that S**t all the time.
I hope they don't come take you

[Bane]

Thank you.

[playintheblues]

Reminds me of why compassion is so important.

[Bane]

It's about aliens...just sayin.

[playintheblues]

Still reminds me of the heartless scum we have on this planet that suck people dry and leave entire families in ruins. Don't know much about alien so didn't really have a frame of reference there :D

[Bane]

Oh ok, gotcha.

[Bridgette's Ink]

This is very haunting and mysterious! You've managed to pull together such a detailed, emotion-filled story in so few lines, which is quite remarkable. You lured me in with the very first line. Amazing poem.

[Trigorin]

Not bad - although, line 10, you've dropped a 'y' somewhere.
As for the content, very evocative and vivid. You've put a great deal of emotion into this piece and it shows, which is definitely a good thing. Personally, I would divide this into stanzas, since it does run on a bit to me, but that's your choice. Very well done.

[Bane]

Thank you, fixed it.