I am the futile nightmare
I am the one you seek
Oh so long ago
I plunged my talons deep inside your flesh
And as the thick, dark blood oozed out of you
we watched together as your life diminished
Sharing in this agonizing torment
I held you in my embrace

I am the impervious manifestation of evil
As you begin to realise
You are going to die
Our bond strengthens. As you lay
In torturous suffering
I stretch out my tongue
And scrape it along your cold skin

I am that of which nobody dare to speak
Born from the putrid blackness
I surround you
My viscous texture engulfs you
You become me
I become you

I am the one true commonality
In every reality I exist
In your reality I dominate
Upon a towering mass of corpses
I look down into chaos
And from this throne of bodies
I do as I was made to

I am everything
never changing
And as a mother consuming her fetus
I consume that which lies inside of me
Through this sick game of time
from which my will is derived
I am left knowing only your fate
for none is mine.

Some fear the dark and think it cold
to me its the warmth that makes me bold

You see my eyes see better because they are "broken"
a gift given to me birth right no token

So I walk with more speed and confidence than most
and slip through the shadows I move like a ghost

You may hear me come but wont see till I am there
I just pass you by with no thought and a stare

Exposed by the light for a moment at least
like a man starved of food given chance your eyes feast

Back into the darkness I fade from your sight
you let out a breath relieved of your fright

You wonder what it was thats just passed you by
but dont care to ask for fear you may die

The black clothed man that went passed like the wind
hiding in shadows like those who have sinned

He paid you no interest like a wolf who had fed
he just carried on as you walk home to bed

You wonder where he has been and what he has seen
as you lay your head down and hope it a dream

I walk on still fighting my fight
just enjoying how all looks in the lack of the light


© One man

"I haven't bled."
She paused.

Now, two tests rest,
neatly packaged in friendly pink,
waiting to give their best guess -
baby or no baby?

Maybe it won't go too far,
turn into a "whew"
or a story to shake our heads to.

But if those little plastic
holders of destiny,
come up with two black lines, not one,
my blood will rush,
pulse against my skin's surface.
A little part of us destined for end,
for end,
for end.

Who turned out the lights?
Who’s frightened again at night?
Searching for undeniable proof
To clarify the scary truth.

Noises and voices you hear,
Coldness you feel near;
Ice kisses on your cheeks,
Across your skin – fire streaks.

Who turned out the lights?
Who walks alone during the night?
Seeing things that aren’t there;
Dying out of pure despair.

When I'm alone at night ,
I am not scared to turn off the light
I am not frightened that  easily
That is what I tell myself
I don't glance behind every next moment
I don't jump when I see some shadows
The strange sounds in the background
which echos around
doesn't terrify me
Nor do I look outside the window
Or I hide behind my pillows
There is nothing to fear at night
Nothing at all

In my life, people see me and hear me but never understand me.
For my mind is like the tide,
Ever changing.
One moment i may be a...
a force of rage,
roaring with contentious determination to
override what has ben brought before me.
invincible with nothing to hide.
I am rushing,
hurling toward my goals.

Suddenly out of the blue water, I unintentionally encounter my own self doubt. In that instant i am over come by unnerving shaking and stand in shock. In that in that moment my persistence changes into unnatural scattering....
Until it fades into into
nothing at all.
a void of
unexplainable emptiness.
panic! I force myself to speak,  i must to force my thoughts back
out!
i scream in my head.

but it is gone before it has the chance to utter a whisper.
What is left for the world to hear is a yelp.  

" Excuse me? What did you just say" they ask.

ever heard of the tax collectors?
yes, the ones from the Bible.
the ones frowned upon just by hearing their names.
the stories of St. Matthew, Zacchaeus. both tax collectors and both redeemed. they are just few of the collective.
there were many tax collectors who had changed and followed the steps of Christ,
but not all.
since all of them are man, man is inclined to temptation and temptation is inclined to sin.
the remaining exploiters were not saved but condemned to roam hell for eternity.
but as they are wicked, they are also cunning.
they bribed the devil with their stolen riches for their freedom, to which the devil agreed,
but with certain conditions.
they are free to roam the earth, but they must bring back every soul who is indebted in any kind, in any way, to the devil.
now, the tax collectors walk the earth,
with little coins in their pockets,
invisible yet heard,
intangible yet felt,
looking for their payment to the devil.
but in times they are clumsy, they trip and spill their coins.
so, if you're lucky, you'll hear the tinkling sound of coins,
yet nobody will be there, and no coins will be rolling on the ground,
but beware
because it's time to pay your debts.

Longer I look there,
Stronger , I will feel this magnetic pull
To explore the abandoned place
Wiser if I was ,I will leave the door shut
But I had adventure in mind
Wanted to solve the mystery of screams
To see the result of going in haunted house
As I went ahead ,I felt a force
throwing me back to ground
followed by a deep voice telling me
"Walk away if you want to be alive"
saying that "go run and you might just survive"
and then I ran till I reached nowhere
Inside the deeper woods ,hearing the voices of wild
I sat on a rock trying to regain my breathing
But the dread remained ,now scared to meet the beasts
The adventure seeking gave me the scare
That might last longer than lifetime .

Go ahead
Leave me in the dust
To rot and rust
I am what I am, there is no denying,
I'm "not the one to trust!"
Give me over to the *wolves,
Don't help me lift the weight,
I grow "weaker" daily, while
I lift it on my own, *my soul "I sold."
How you gave it to me then let go.
I don't need others there to help me
To even do good things, I carry on
Alone, this is my battered tiny home,
But it keeps me here alive and well,
Still I scare others, garish scars
I must have been to hell! I got what
I deserved? Of course when you see
The real "me for myself," I am a fool
For "all can tell..."

*Place me over the spikes and let me
Figure it out, what's the matter?
It can't be so hard...!