Hellish Nightmares and Beautiful Saviors

Hellish Nightmares and Beautiful Saviors

A Poem by Michael Leon Wilson
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Dark... Very dark, all rhymes

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I sit here in this silence,
locked inside my head.
Meeting with my demons, talkin' about my sins.
They meet with me in this prison, this prison that I keep,
keep a secret, locked inside of me.
Who am I?
Do I even want to know?
Greetings to my demons here to steal my soul,
I think you'd better hurry your suppers getting cold.
I'm lost already, don't know if i'll ever be found.
behold this heart is hollow, do you wanna hear the sound?
listen very closely before it hits the ground.
I'll rip it from my chest any moment now.
The sound of all my sorrow, it plays here all year round.
So listen to it sow, the sorrow web it weaves,
spinning its own coffin, its suffocating me.
Listen to my lungs and their struggle just to breathe.
Hear its hasty wheeze, its melody of misery as it tears from inside of me.
The tar now flows freely, from the deepest dark in me,
it comes out of me as spatter, I exhale it as I breathe.
Even now, hell begins to purge itself from deep within my throat.
'Cause I swallowed all the ashes, from cremation of myself.
I'm trapped inside this prison, the walls are lined with guilt,
the bars are made from skeletons, hidden in my closet, this kingdom that I've built.
I can see my own reflection, in a puddle of my blood.
I stop to savor memories, of my childhood.
The blood becomes distorted, as my tears begin to fall.
As for all my dreams well, I guess I killed them all!
I fall unto my knees where, I begin to call.
I call out to my angel, the savior of so far.
The tar covers my lips as i'm calling out her name.
"Love you can not help me! These demons can not be tamed!"
She says "I am with you always", as shes burned up by the flames.
Her bones they turn to ashes,
as she leaves me here alone.
My bones are slowly shaken, knees buckle from all the devastation.
I'm over come with such frustration, I leave my body blazing; I wanna feel it burn. My skin it starts crackle, consuming limbs in turn.
In this hell I live in, there was only one salvation,
now i'll dance around her ashes, as my bodies still a blazing,
I jump around in circles, I'm carrying my heart.
I throw it to the flames, and watch it blow apart.
So still I wait here now that death has done us part.
I wait here for sickness, to send me off to hell.
Where I can look up to you, like i used to do, before I lost us both.
This is the diary of the dead, by which we are betrothed.
I dissipate all emotion as I lose my soul.
Lying in her ashes, i'm slowly growing cold.
As I awake from all these nightmares, i'm staring into space.
Behind all of the tears, I begin to see her face.
From inside my own worst living hell,
forced to appear normal, the forsaking of my self.
Inside my rage is quaking, rattling the cell.
Behold my hands are shaking, as i'm steadying myself.
I disassemble memories, and put them on the shelf.
I reach up and clear off all the nightmares, and set into its place,
just an 8 by 10, picture of her face.
For she is my salvation, which no one can replace.
She is the one that saved me, from eternal flames.
Why yes she is my angel, I look into her face,
and deep within my eyes, my retinas start to blaze.
They burn with all the fury, of all of hell contained.
Inside I fight this war, this war inside of me.
I'll snuff out all the fire, so she can never see,
just how much evil is still inside of me.

© 2016 Michael Leon Wilson


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Added on September 17, 2016
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Michael Leon Wilson
Michael Leon Wilson

jacksonville, FL



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I'm sick with frantic rhymes that can be dark, morbid , scary sensual or just plain strange. What makes me different is I write about anything, with no filter. more..

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