Hush Little Baby

A dark poem about hallucinations.

His presence alone can make you quiver in fear.

But the whispers you hear drive you crazy. 

And the whispers turn into screams. 

You can feel him touching you. 

The pain you can't bare, overwhelms you. 

 

 

He feeds off your fear, your insecurities, your thoughts. 

He knows your every move, feeling, hate, desire.

He lusts for your cries, your torture, your demise. 

He wants you with him, dead, just another hurtful memory. 

 

 

The tricks in your mind are so vivid, you believe they are real. 

 

 

Walls turn black. 

Room turns cold. 

You are frozen in fear. 

Try to breathe. 

Count the seconds until he leaves. 

Your eyes are open, it's not a dream. 

 

 

Shhhh! What's that sound?

Blood is pouring down the walls.

You can feel it on your hands.

You scream in terror. 

 

 

Wait! Don't close your eyes. 

Scary things happen in the dark. 

 

 

Scared? You should be. It's not over. 

He paralyzes you.

He makes you feel pain, that you have never felt before. 

 

 

Shh, calm down. It will all be okay. 

You'll catch your breath in a second. 

Your heart beats faster. 

The screams ring in your head. 

Just make it stop, take him away. 

Lay down and scream "You're not real!"

Tell me, does it help?

 

 

Panic!

 

 

Don't panic. 

He'll make things worse. 

 

 

What makes it go away?

 

 

Pull out the gun, and put it to your head. 

And sing your last lullaby:

 

 

"Hush little baby, don't say a word.

All your screaming had gone unheard.

 

 

If you try to scream again.

None of you will remain.

 

 

Hush little baby, if you cry

Sooner or later, you will die.

 

 

Just put that gun to your head

And you're as good as dead."