Four Walls

Hate... Life...

Four walls surround me, covered with red,
blood streaming, gushing, demons, HATE!
I feel remorse; the constant pounding in my head won't fade.
A headache of death, insomnia is around the corner,
a movement beneath my skin is tearing it apart, hate fuelled movements,
skin tear apart, blood gushing like tears, tears of hate!
My mind is pounding on a thought, but the words roll away,
walking in circles in the corners of this four square walls,
I feel the hate build again.
Lies fill the room from down, the black curtains engulf the room,
a silent wind announces the demon has arrived,
a river of blood enters with it.
Take my life, just take it! I scream in anger,
life is worth nothing in a torn state, goods that have been damaged is useless!
Please take it, I plead to a demon of death, blood around its eyes.
A shake of his head and he leaves, the blood stays, I stay.
Screams fill the room with anger, anguish, a nightmare.
Four walls of a dungeon, a bed with blood, dried flesh stuck to the wall,
I'm left alone in a four cornered cubicle of gushing blood.
The black curtains call me, lingered lust for something cold,
and the sound of screams fill my head, a schizophrenic operation went wrong,
the sounds of voices hinder me, the call of a small girl.
Death is close she says in a calm voice, my eyes begin to search for a hole,
to climb into, to be safe from death. I am nothing, the call of a girl,
black eyes, blue dress, white hair, curled.
One, two, three, silence.
The wind picks up, the blood start to gush through the curtains.

Voices start to talk and I can’t hear what they say,

the girl enters the room with bloodshot eyes, a slightly turned head.

Darkened souls fly through the room, my body thrown around.

Take me! I shout, 

take me!

My body starts to crumble into pieces of ash, the pain engulfs me,

but I feel nothing, nothing.

Torn goods are worth nothing, nothing.

Author's Note

I need to talk to someone.... photo is not taken by me...*

Reviews

[Scytheriax]

There's so much hatred in this poem and it comes across clearly.
I have to agree that the picture was perfect for this poem.
It was definitely an intense poem, almost like the words were exploding off the page.
Well done :)

[CHRIS ANDES]

very appropriate photo
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[alegria]

perfect picture chosen for the scary poem...nice write...:)) keep writing:)))

[Bluefire]

I love it! Trully scary, a good read through and through. The picture is perfect.

[Sarah Jane]

Its was a walk in a dark and almost sinister mind. I love it. Its extremely intense and near the end I had to remember to take a breath:) I believe the dark poems are the ones that are from the heart and soul. When we write of our anguish we write of ourselves. Thank you for sharing a bit of yourself.

[TheSweet]

Creative use of words, and a haunting horror feel. I don't think there's enough horror poetry around :) Thanks for sharing!

[lynne]

Very dark and sinister. I really love poems that capture the vibe of inner pain and suffering. This was a very interesting poem. If you need someone to talk to about these feelings you are experiencing, just message me :)

[light and ashes]

Wow this sounds like a person possessed by a lot of demons..They are using him as a play ground for their evil intentions, interesting.

[DreyaArt]

wow that was...dark, i could only read the first couple lines and the last couple, maybe im a coward for it. But those words just couldn't cling to me, couldn't drag me in. If you need a light to shine in your darkness, to follow into peace, look for one and you will find it. I dont know you, but I hear I'm good to talk to so message me if you want.

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful poem. A lot of internal struggle. I like the description and the photo. Sometime we can feel weak and useless. Need to find a purpose and leave the misery and sadness behind. Ain't easy to do. We must do this many times in a long life. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote