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 Aug 2016
Silence Screamz
Lay prone on the ground,
the needles of the green grass
travel and softly plunge into my skin.

I slowly close my eyes.

I start to feel the insects crawl over the contours
of my naked body. Creeping over every single inch of me, they begin to send electrical impulses of seismic shock into my blood.

I stop breathing for a split second.

My muscles tighten around my bones, no motion to behold, I am locked in place.
Their tiny mouths with razor teeth begin to feed on my skin and I can not scream for help.

I just heard my last sound.

My heart took it's last beat, my lungs took it's last breathe, my skin felt it's last touch
and my eyes saw it's last scene.
Then my mind had it's last thought.

Finally Peace.
The last moments of a victim.
Tis but a dream I scream I scream
My body weak and weary

I lay in bed with throbbing head
And thoughts dark and dreary

I sing the song, What's wrong? What's wrong?
Am I left forgotten?

This be said, face turn red
Stomach spoiled and rotten

Demons spawn, be gone, be gone
As they take my breath

Be pearly gate or hell as fate
I've come to my death
I wrote this when I was 13 years old for a creative writing class.
 Aug 2016
Silence Screamz
Hello there,
I saw you on the other side of the room.

Run away from it,
the doll that haunted us both.

Sits in the glass case,
She is right there
with cross, faded legs.
She wears a cracked smile
and stares into your shaken heart

Her eyes follow you across the floor,
Shhh!!
Listen closely,
A voice whispers through the air.

You sit pale in place,
salt encircles your chair.
Rosary gripped by white, knuckled fingers,
then you close your eyes.

She is no longer there!!
 Aug 2016
Silence Screamz
The stars are like little pills
at the bottom of my cup.
With jagged edges and deadly powder,
I swallow each one slowly..
They fade down deep into the abyss

Eight ounces of the clear gasoline,
on the edge of the glass, rest the lonely lime,
I tilted up the high ball
and chased the stars into the abyss

The piercing tip of the syringe sinks into my bulging vein, tourniquet tightened, ready to push the plunger.
Mix the poison with my blood as
this addiction has adored me into the abyss
 Jul 2016
Silence Screamz
A pull of the cord illuminates the neon sign
Invisible gases pass through the glass tubes
They flicker for a split second
Then they begin to glow

It reads, "NO VACANCY"
A glowing symbol for "leave us the **** alone"
or "get lost" .. to which one applied to me
HELL I didnt know.
Each single red letter determined my fate

I needed a place to lay my head down,
to rest the troubles of my life
You know the ones
The torment, the abuse, the bullying, the screams and the pain and those are the easy ones

Pounding on the keymaster's door,
I yelled at the top of my lungs
"Please give me a key"
But still no answer
Then my ears deceived my brain..
Finally, words that interrupted the silence

I waited for more
But silence pursued my mind once again
I pounded harder this time
Slamming my fist into the wooden door, my face turning beet red with anger and the veins pulsating in my neck as if they were about to burst like a balloon

Crash!! The tender glass shattered, breaking into a million pieces, ricocheting off my face as each piece began to dance waltzes on the distant floor

The door creaked open
It was then, just as I was about to ring the bell
My eyes opened wide
I woke up blurry from that nightmare
Strapped tight to an asylum's gurney

I couldn't move, pressured to the bed with ruthless white straps
Imprinting the cold metal buckle onto my forehead
I was trapped insane

That red neon sign glowed once again
This time in plain sight
Only a few feet from my eyes
My sight grew weary and my mind grew numb

The sign was clear and read "NO VACANCY INSIDE MY BRAIN"
Just a crazy little piece
 May 2016
Bapcha
Getting old will **** you

And
  
Dying isn’t good for your health

But

Don’t trouble yourself

Unless

You are one of the two

A poem by Bapcha           7
 May 2016
Maple Mathers

the ghosts of
my past?

and when we got too close,

did they haunt you,
too?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
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