Forces of Chaos

The sun starts to sink behind the mountains

the air is warm and thick

you could almost cut it with a knife

This is weather only evil could survive in

 

Creamping out of the shadows

they come for me

 

Screaming for my sanity

No one can hear me

Sweaty hands over my mouth

 

I try and go to another place in my head

But, i can smell them coming

Cigaretts and Whiskey

another of dirt and gun powder

 

still they come one after another

trying to take me away

i fight with all my might

for if they succed they will drag me threw the mud

And i will never be found again

 

Eyes of steal, cold and dark

wearing a smile for a mask is my fate.

 

 

Reviews

[Dale]

Sometimes it is hard for others to relate because they have never been in the trenches and felt the Heat of the Dogs of war. I love your empowerment of coping through words alone. But you also cope through your pictures.

[~The Queen~]

Deep. I have a hard time reading 'between the lines' on poetry like this but I can tell right now that it's an awesome write because you can tell you put alot of emotion into this piece and you posted it so...

[Nick Erickson]

Are we our own worst enemies???? Or is it always someone else.

"Creamping - creeping"
"threw the mud - through the mud"

Well written poem, very vivid.

Well done.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Dark and intense... our own mind can be our worst enemy especailly when we have demons still haunting it.