The Mists of Reality

Life is running through the mists of reality
No one takes the time to see then
Life is running thought the mists of reality
Pale faces grin and glare at me
The ghosts of the past

Each on of them in his grave
His eyes are fixed on me
In his hand an hourglass melting
Maybe time is running out for me

Running though the mists of reality
Pale faces grin and glare at me
Time is running out in the mists of reality
I feel cold fingers on my shoulder

Satan is knocking on my door
The sacrificial drums are sounding
And though it all the faces
The pale faces of death
They hiss and scream and scratch at me
If only I could turn my back

The saints sing out to please me
Angels ring out with hope
The hourglass is coming to it’s end
I feel my heart beat quickening
Maybe today is not my last

Running though the mists of reality
Pale faces grin and glare at me
Running though the mists of reality
Maybe time is running out for me

The sand is falling
Time is running out
In the darkness of the night

Hear my scream

Reviews

[Queen of the Damned]

It sounds almost as a bad dream. The ghost of the past haunting you. Very descriptive. I like the line...in his hand an hourglass melting
and the lines...
The saints sing out to please me
Angels ring out with hope
The hourglass is coming to it's end
I feel my heart beat quickening
Maybe today is not my last

It is as if the angles are calling to you saying not to give up hope yet. That your ghost cant get you...aleast not yet. I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Morgan Ashire]

Very good imagery. A small grammatical error though. Second stanza, first line "on" should be "one." It doesn't make sense otherwise. Probably just a typo, but I figured I'd mention it. Although, I must admit, I'm not a huge fan of freeform work, this piece was definitely on the higher end of what I've read before. A decent write.

[Emily B]

Chilling. Stunning write.

[Vanessa Whiteley]

The repetition works well and the last line is strong.

[Marie]

Nicely done. Your work is really great.

[The Elder Pine]

Wow what a thriller! This piece really holds you all the way through and you vivid images paint the scene upon the mind. You seem to use the brain as your canvas and your lines like you brush with the words being the paints which you use to capture your viewers eye. I must say that this is one of the best O have read so far and this piece is a contender in the contest.

"Life is running through the mists of reality
No one takes the time to see then
Life is running thought the mists of reality
Pale faces grin and glare at me
The ghosts of the past

Each on of them in his grave
His eyes are fixed on me
In his hand an hourglass melting
Maybe time is running out for me

Running though the mists of reality
Pale faces grin and glare at me
Time is running out in the mists of reality
I feel cold fingers on my shoulder

Satan is knocking on my door
The sacrificial drums are sounding
And though it all the faces
The pale faces of death
They hiss and scream and scratch at me
If only I could turn my back

Those images are just amazing!

[dread or dismay.]

Thats a beautiful Poem! It really showed that you put your up most passion in this poem! Its not that bad! :D