Awake, Asleep
I’m not sure any more
darkness has become my erotic creator
she gives me morbid thoughts
insomnia I.V. drips
they seep into my ears
words of torment
cold, it’s so cold in here.

My dead self awakens
I fear her
her black eyes
sunken and hollow
she oozes terror
she’ll rip the flesh from your bones
only to wear it as a coat.
She peels back your eyelids
screams look at me!
see
do you see
skulls, piled high
the tower forms into a piece of art
atop, my own fleshed head
am I dead
is this insomnia dread.
How long have I been in this furic state
I woke up, mud covered feet
bloodied hands
at the garden’s gate
my skin was not my ownย
but a flesh coat.


by the Crimson Vaults sinceย
2015.
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That is some way to write something to scary and dark and make me like it. Good job!
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thank you! ๐
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You’re welcome ๐
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Whoops! I thought Phoenix had written this! (Did I mention that I need a vacation?) Anyway, what a killer poem and the ending rocks hard. LOVE THIS!
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She’s very similar to me, my sister Phoenix. Similar Souls both in touch with our inner darkness. ๐
Hope you get that vacation soon Billy. You work tremendously hard I know this.๐
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