The Wheels on the Hearse Go Round and Round

 

I shudder slightly as Death makes his way in,

as skeletons and corpses play the harp of sin.

The brutality of it delivered, with such a fragile sound,

as the wheels on the Hearse go round and round.

The fog in the distance, hides all I've let go,

inner demon sweeps its place, but the scars continue to show.

Denial starts to crash down as gravity takes part,

hear all the children cry, as the darkness institches from your heart.

All that you've kept silent, is now in the locker of despair,

never again to be opened, even you wouldn't dare.

You feel the sensation of desire, as greed and destruction taint your lips,

as the hollowness inside you tightens, at the sight of the blood that solemnly drips.

Unravelling the secrets that your crooked smile always hid,

while memories grow faint of all the demented things you did.

Church bells ringing out, sending icy chills as they chime,

as slaughter echoes the streets, at those who lost track of time.

Havoc flooding about, as poeple lay dreaming,

nightmares become real and peace is quickly leaving.

Feel the monster within you, lashing out inside,

don't resist the shadows, you know you can't hide.

Hear the tragic lullaby, painting you with a disguise,

as the fingerprint detector finds you guilty of all your lies.

I shudder slightly as Death makes his way in,

as skeletons and corpses play the harp of sin.

The brutality of it delivered, with such a fragile sound,

as the wheels on the Hearse go round and round.

Reviews

[Elvina CZq]

Simply eerie... spine-chilling. Well, very cute in a way (or maybe that's not the pretty word to be put in here, haha). Anyway, this poem somehow makes me feel like a child reading a horror story. I'm not saying that it's bad. It is good indeed, without making too much effort to keep it horror. You've nailed the right fear on this.

[deeps]

Aweosme!
Creppy, dark and spooky!
I love it. You are very talented!