Insanity

Who am I running from?

This young woman, holding blades between her fingers,

she terrorizes me with her screams

while the taste of my own blood still lingers.

"Leave me alone, you wretched witch!"

Her smile widened as she pulled out needles,

she held my mouth shut and began to stitch,

I screamed in agony.

She released demons into the void,

They cut my wrists and boiled my blood.

Am I experiencing hell?

The music box perpetually repeated,

I wish I were dead.

I watched two demons slowly, 

viciously sawing off my mother's head.

These demons ripped apart her skin,

and used her corpse as a doll.

I grew weak and thin,

Will I have the same fate?

But this cannot be, 

"I don't believe you!" 

According to the doctor, 

That young woman is me.

Author's Note

This is my first poem, please give me some feedback.

Reviews

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Nice one . Sounds like scary dream. And you wake and still all seem really real. Dark sides on the rises . This is like twisting own hell. I love it for bravery what you take it in. I hope you are okay without any deep bleeding out cuts

[pikachulover]

That's horror! Very nice, doesn't seems as your first attempt :P

[S. Moncayo]

Thank you so much!