After a long day of work, feeling lost in thoughts I heard
a crawling shape that lurks, and the muttering of strange words.
I wanted to turn fast but, after a quick thought, the idea of looking back
felt like a sharp cut, and the cold air had brought an eerie sound fall flat.
The noise forced me to look and observe, and though nothing at first
like smoke rising with a shape perverse, the manifestation of a sinister curse.
Crackling noises overwhelmed my soul, couldn’t run away, I was frozen,
discord and evil kept shaping, dark as coal, like fear that ever grows in.
It suddenly exploded in silence, shadows crept in the whole room,
a frail moment that felt timeless, a feeling similar to being entombed.
I recovered my voice and mind, and yelled “Who are you?”, trembling,
and the shadows that in the corners dwelled, dispelled and started assembling.
A thin figure, human-like, eyeless, started laughing, mumbling, smiling
with beast-like fangs and twisted horns that resembled the shape of lightning.
“I’m no one” it whispered with a fried voice, “yet I’m something”,
“a hidden inspiration by choice and an idea that’s always burning”.
It banished for a second, by reflection, I blinked,
felt a chill in my spine and it’s breathing with mine linked.
A cold and lifeless breathing, the demonic presence was now behind me,
my heart screamed with chaotic beatings, obscure melody that binds me.
“My presence you deny” whispered calmly, “yet you give me power”,
“I’m the cry you ignore” said more loudly “the void that fills the empty tower”.
“Stop tormenting me” I said to the presence, in a voice that was not my own
“why is my pain for you so pleasant, I only ask of you to leave me alone”.
“Why do you want me to leave? Are you so afraid of your own desires?”
“I’m not the one who guides your sins, I’m just the ash of your forgotten pyre”
I closed my eyelids again, the presence was now in front of me, unmoving,
it’s smile replaced with pain, the air grew denser and was now unsoothing.
“I’m the seed that flows in your veins, the venom that burns, the… choke”
“the corrupted smile that always feigns, the constant sensation that something broke”
“Tell me then” I screamed, desperate, “Why do you live inside my soul?”
“all this pain I feel, my faith skeptic, what can I do to make myself whole?”
My voice sounded more familiar, my words somehow reached the demon,
“my eyes see through broken mirrors, but no reflection without a beacon”
“Your eyes can’t see past your ego” it said, “that’s how I went unnoticed”
“your hopes and dreams are mere placebo if disillusion is what you hold closest”
The demon walked towards me, it’s body made of smoke now vanishing,
it’s mouth was now sealed shut but it’s voice in my head kept rambling.
“I’m your fear manifested, the darkness you deny, the hate that always hurts”
“I’ll keep your heart infested, your tears always dry and you won’t hear my voice”
The presence was now gone, I collapsed, gasping for air,
yet for a moment I thought, perhaps, the fried voice has always been there...
This poem is about the negative thoughts that we always have, that darkness that consumes us. But the moment we start to understand it, to recognize it, we may be able to overcome it.
