Psycho.

I find myself in blackened halls-
Never sure which way I'm going.
Deep gashes in dark red brick,
Crimson drips from fingertips.

Seemingly alone, but never truly-
My thoughts haunt these corridors.
Thick, black pools on carpets,
What even happened in here?

Hallway lamps illuminate the shadows
Of the creatures within me.
Dark shapes litter the floors,
Their movements undefined.

They scream to me, warning me
That I cannot go further here
The sights I should see if I stay
Would drive me, or anyone insane

It appears I am forever in solus-
Trapped inside horrible psychosis.
But as I open my eyes,
I find a bright, white room.

Reviews

[Brian Csati]

This is one of my favorite poems I've read here. Deep, compassionate and touching on a deeper, darker level. It takes genius to write on those kinds of levels!
-Brian Csati