Creep

I pant

I pray

chest rising

hoping for a better day

no more games

to play

water passed

all at sea

crimson dots

translucent speckled spots

insignificant

 indifferent

hateful

cracks upon the surface

once smooth

with time

fissures deep

creep

take hold

and strangle life

hairy hands on porcelin skin

weeds smoother the roses

nettles sting

and those damn voices

speak,

I strain to grasp dulcet tones

"break her f*****g bones"

bare

flesh ripped

skin peeled

and I reach

as before

for the glint of steel.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

It talks about being able to distinguish the doors of the subconscious and how they are activated, how persons react faster and stronger spirit when they are insulted and the voices that are aware of it and take advantage of persons to manipulate them to make them do things almost undetected with consequences.

[Pól]

Yes, it does.