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

[Raya Avans]

I'm so sorry I have become such a stranger on this site, and sorry that I just stopped reading your poems and stories, etc. This peace was very powerful and intense, It built up really well... you have so much zeal in your writing and that adds to it so much, as always well done Jaco

rae

[Elaenor Aisling]

This is one of the most intense poems I have ever read. The emotion in this is extreme, and one can feel a fevered, anguished pulse throughout the lines. Intense, gripping work. Good job.

[reflectingus]

This really seems as if you wrote this in a moment of pain and anguish. I really felt that claustrophobia as I read this, of being stuck inside four walls, forced to face pain, i.e. every element a horror story has. If this is your state presently, I know life can hurt sometimes, that's normal, but you can choose to feel the pain, that's the good part. I've felt horrible sometimes too, and it would seem as if there's no hope, but there is, and at these instances it's important to think about all those you love, those who love you, and whatever the reason might be for the pain, it will eventually subside, you should move on with hope, and forget what's bothering you, because you don't deserve the pain. :)