Morbidly Weird

I had a hallucination. 

The type that you have in your sleep. 

It was purely about terror. 

Where your skin crawls and it creeps. 

I was a man called "Evil Apple" 

And I killed people for free. 

I would kill them with my laughter. 

Blood that poured merely from glee. 

My image was of darkness. 

A pale face, green hair that would spring. 

And I looked like "The Joker of Angels". 

Black wings and eyes dark green. 

So.... 

I stood in the middle of a park 

Where families congregated in peace 

And I chuckled a small laughter 

That brought the "Evil Spirit Beast". 

You see.. When I expel laughter. 

Animals of fear, attack each soul. 

Bringing terror to the mind. 

Stealing all emotional control. 

So each mind became chaotic. 

And the end became conclusive. 

They drowned their bodies in the river. 

And hands became infinitely abusive. 

And when my mind saw the terror, 

And the beast driving people mad. 

I was overjoyed by my machinations, 

But then a "Small Girl" became sad. 

She looked at me with sadness, 

For I was her greatest fear. 

As my laughter grew much stronger, 

Her father's image became clear. 

I could see his total madness, 

For what I was doing to his child. 

The disturbance of his children, 

Is the phobia he most reviled. 

So then my hallucination, 

Came to the end of its show. 

When the father became a "Dove of Light", 

And disappeared me with his glow. 

And when I became awake, 

I knew that I had learned my true fear. 

My mind is my greatest phobia, 

I have dreams that are "Morbidly Weird".

 

- DD

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

There are shades in this poem about the borderline mania that resides in each of us or at least in our deeper consciousness. The darkness that you portray is a true reflection of the sub consciousness trying to repent for some misdeed in the past and haunting you in the process..It could even be a psychotic breakdown down the road.
The human mind is the most complex place on Earth and this is a bit of un-Earthing it..Well written in terms of the inner layers through your evident horror picture images..Good Work!! and like the touch of black humor too

[Kat Collins]

We are all on the edge of insanity...if we let our subconscious come forth, where would we be? Weird is only the beginning! I like the dark edge to the poem. It reminds me of a story I wrote called The Demon (I'll post it at some point - it's not on here yet).

Slight critique - "A pale face, green hair that would spring." While I like this line, for me, it doesn't seem to have the same flow as the rest of the poem. It seems to break on this line and then resume its rhthym. Other comment is that I think that the word "call" for the line "was a man call "Evil Apple" should be "called".

[Fairy Willow]

WOW!! This is powerfully brilliant. I love the wording, the rhythm, genuinely weaved with great talent. :)

[Maddie Rae]

This was really good, scary deffinetly morbid

[Steph K]

All your work has a sense of eeriness to it. It is interesting and deep and keeps the reader asking for more. thank you for sharing your work =)

[Celeste21]

Another oblique dream. Man, you have some serious violence in your dreams. It says to dream that you kill someone symbolizes that you are on the verge of losing your temper or you are letting out anger that you are not letting yourself come out with in real life. It can also mean you are trying to kill an aspect of yourself that you don't like. Such as if you kill innocent children, you may be trying to kill the child/ immature self within you...

[lostboy]

are mind can be are best friend or are worst enemy sometimes.

[Lisette Gentry]

this was amazing great imagry and description very interesting

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Seems like a fight between good and evil - dark and light .
We all have a dark side.
Strong words, a little creepy - yet.. a child 'woke' you and banished the evil beast.
Interesting.

Chloe

[Jimmy Toots]

Very odd, but intriguing... thoroughly enjoyed this one :)

[nick mccoy]

This is truly a morbidly weird read but, it was great nonetheless.