the air is cold.

an endless slate-grey
chilling frost-ridged trees.

the wind tunnels, whisking away
bird song,
running cars,
and leaves scraping down bare streets;

the kind of bare you only see in winter,
all picked away by the frozen weather.

the world is a drained snow globe,
so still you forget to breathe.

all you can hear
is the static in your ears
and the workings of your own
organs.

Mourning

Mourning is an eerie thing,
Not always tied to death.
It may celebrate or sing,
May widen eyes or lighten breath,
May bring unexpected things.

Sometimes it is a wayward thief,
That steals among the tombs;
It can alter feelings, and twist beliefs,
Searching for less bitter rooms,
Yet it brings a strange relief.

The heart may not know it,
Nor the mind accept it,
But it may be for the best.
As it guides the sorrowful away from grief,
To a long and healing rest.

walking down the dark corridors
turning behind every few seconds
scared of what was going to be behind
fear that i go through while waiting
sitting alone in the classroom
dull dimly lit
seemed so eerie
the four walls of the classroom
that seemed to cave in
u have no idea
blasting music in my ears
hoping i won’t hear anything
any whispers
closing my eyes
hoping i won’t see anything
any shadows
hoping that u would come quickly
and keep me company
laying my head on the table
eyes closes
earpiece on
but every single small noise i hear
i awake
feeling scared
or hoping it was u at least...

In an eerie silence
As the clock strikes 3
And the roaring black clouds
Pile atop each other
The coffin lids
of unmarked graves
Slowly open with a
Lamenting refrain
From its shadowy
soggy depths
Rises skeletal hands and legs
With ***** cobwebs
Tangled between their
Piercing bony fingers
And as the wind begins
To wail and howl
And the drooping willows
Begin to weep and sob
These restless
tormented spirits
Commence their march
To find those who
Sliced their life in half
Before they could ever hear
Their roll call from above

//

If ever you find yourself
Awake at this witching hour
And hear the distressing
disembodied cries
Of these wounded souls
From somewhere outside
Your doors
While everyone else
In your house
is warm under the blanket
of a sound repose
And your eyes become
Red with terror and dread
While your heart
Races at a perilous pace
Leaving trails of a fetid sweat
All over the skin of
your strained muscles
Then you should be
Thoroughly aware of the
Spine-tingling truth
That those bellowing revenants
Are hunting for
Someone just like you
Would you now
like to finally confess
That you committed
An unforgiving offence
Cause they will come again
Every night
they wont rest
Until they find you
Somehow
How long can you
Hope to hide inside
Its time for you
To say goodbye to life

demons
hold me back

tether me away from the outside world

i can't go out there

don't make me go

my mind is eerie
but i know what to expect

these demons are my friends
they know me best

why did you decide
to make my body home

stop pounding on my chest
i know you're not alone

there are millions of you

only one of me

i'm outnumbered

please
just set me free