Faces

These faces I see, the ones haunting me

They're all the same and driving me insane

With their pale skin and evil eyes

eerie and staring- always staring- and the fear will rise.

God, those eyes-

eyes like holes, dark, black as coals

and something important missing from them, their souls condemned

I see them everywhere

in the dark and shadows, mouths open and eyes wide

I can kick and scream and cover my face, but I can't hide

not from them, those strange, ethereal faces

They drag me through hell and horrifying places

they are a part of my memories, the ones farthest from my heart

faces haunting me in the night, without even the smallest glimmer of light

I can scream and I can fight, I can shut my eyes and get them out of sight

but they remain, they remain.

I hear screams in my head, I hear them crawling out from under the bed

I can see them, fragments of the dead.

Long, thin faces with the worst of disgraces

no teeth but pale pink lips and defined bony hips

and long black hair, voices full of despair

they reach with clawhands and breathe rotted breath

no eyes, they are filled with death.

They won't leave me alone, it's driving me insane

I scream and scream because I just can't contain

the fear I get, this unbearable pain.

Just make the faces go away, I can't take another second, not another day.

Author's Note

Written because I plan on writing a short story soon and decided to try and get back into the horror feel. ^_^ Also, I couldn't find an image I liked enough for this poem so I just put the one I have up there on it. Sorry it kind of doesn't go. XD Let me know what you think of the poem please!

Reviews

[Georgia Gypsy]

Wow! Aveira, very dark!...i think you did a great job getting back into horror with this piece. I cant wait to read the story you are planning to write!.
Very good job, you're nightmares scare me...:)
kelli

[Bud]

Never apologize for your art! The pic is fine. As for this piece, it's Excellent! Torments of our minds, our fears they're with us 24/7. They manifest in many ways, and one that is most common is our dreams. In the form of nightmares. Our dreams really do tell us a lot about ourselves. What we fear the most, what we love the most. Our wants, desires, in general who and what we are. An Outstanding piece, Keep on writing, and fighting off those bad dreams!

[deeps]

Well I think you suceeded on the horror part,
This is well expressed I shall say, straight and to the point,
I like it, very well written and said.