The volumes I speak of,
Do they not speak volumes?

It sits,
As it spins
In the veil of night
It thrives,
As it survives
On the liquefied viscera
Of its prey.

Its many eyes
watch
As its many joints
Crack
Its many arms and legs
Bend and move
As it crawls
And climbs
Silently

It speaks,
Inaudible words
Slide past its teeth
And the venom drips
As it breathes
With piecing fangs.

I dare not say its name.

Hello.
Goodbye.
I come, I go
I try.
To be the you,
You though you knew,
But we both know
That it's a lie.

Death awaits
Beyond the gates,
Of the mortal walls that we call life.
The man that's there,
Gives an empty stare
And carries a heavy scythe.

An abstruse hand he lends
As he tends,
To be generous in this fateful gest.
The lost soul reaver,
The great bereaver
Who delivers your eternal rest.

People like short poems,
But do poems like short people?

Time, the one great thing we all have in common.

Sometimes my mind is going so fast
When will it quit, how long will it last

The clock on the wall shows times speeding up
And i try to keep calm and not give a ****

Add the rooms getting dim, the walls closing in
It's so hard to think as my minds getting loud
And i know it's just me even though there's a crowd

Do they know, can they tell, do the signs even show
I can feel my chest swell and i try to keep calm,
But with this noise in my head and sweat on my palms

The truth of it is I'm afraid i might die
And how crazy will i sound when i try to explain
Is it all in my head, is it all in my brain

Will I be able to bare the pain of ridicule
When my friends and family judge with open hands and smiles
And here I am pretending to be normal, but normal's not within miles.