Toxic Lullabye

The desolate path we walk in our sleep

Listen to the screaming souls in their keep

 

Night air so cold it freezes our hearts

Hoping they will never be torn apart

 

Their faces so porcelain they seem rather fake

If we shall wake our souls they will take

 

Painfully warped with deep calloused skin

They know nothing but of our sin

 

To the goodness of man they are blind

They know nothing of their wasted time

 

Seeking out nothing but purely tainted souls

Sewn to their seams with thread

 And bound with harden spools

 

It is a truth that shall never be told

 Even when-- time grows old

 

Forces of darkness are bound to their eyes

Even the skies will bend to their lies.

 

Deep as a puddle and soft as a rock,

their mind's are a puzzle we've yet to unlock.

Author's Note

Me and my best friend Mary wrote this together Hope ya like!

Reviews

[deeps]

This is simply amazing here!
I really enjoyed this poem.
Such amazing flow and rhyme.

[Subjective Sanity]

I do. Especially this part:

"Deep as a puddle and soft as a rock,
their mind's are a puzzle we've yet to unlock."

[Tina Kline]

Very scary, chilling and spooky. Fantastic write and collaboration with Mary.