Fear

Scrawled on her skin

Is an inscription so detailed

Full of hate, lies, and abuse

Told only through her, from her soul

 

Across her alabaster palm

She writes as dusk turns to dawn

Hated by all others, despised by her love

She needed something, a gift from above

 

She listens as the baby cries...

Oh how she wishes those deamons would die

They've torchered her long enough

Through thick and thin, smooth and rough

 

Its time to be brave, stand up and fight

But her little voice inside says no, behave, act right

The terrible feeling crawls acrss her skin

As that wretched voice whispers again and again

 

"Come to me child, listen close... feel nothing but pleasure... feel no remorse..."

She has no choice but to listen well

As does the novel on her wrist tell

So with no hopes, dreams, or fears

She completes her story with no tears

 

She listens intently as silence does pass

But the inside screams are never masked

She falls to one knee and cries one tear

She lets that feeling take over... she lets in all the fear

 

She whimpers and whines until there is little hope

She scribbles the last words as her story comes to a close

 

But the voice reappers and whispers very soft

"Cry not child, let your face show a smile, the end is near, and it'll be worth your while..."

 

So she grabs the knife and scratches words fast

Not that it would matter, this story is her last.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

Dark, tortured. Brilliant. I think it is a scream for help, a scream for someone anyone to actually listen. I feel lost, insecure....hated. Hated by my own being by my own thoughts...I feel alive, I feel....something....anything....if its just the pain of my life's displeasures. Each cut...has meaning...has a story all of it's own to tell.

Real. Personal. Brave.

Always,

Matthew

[Daethli]

Yep i like it c; buttttttt There's no a in Demons ;3 just thought i should let you know~ TeeHee :D

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Fantastic my darling. Fear, pain, love and angst. This prose bares all emotions, whether fluently or otherwise. almost magical imagery and sinful flow, well done, good read.

[Breanna Ragland]

This is a poem about a girl who has voices in her haed telling her what to do. She lets it get out of hand and the voices take over. She resorts to cutting as an attempt to flee from the voices. But the harder she tries to get away, the louder the voices become. Finally, she lets the voices have their way...