#horrorpoetry
Who whispers through walls,
As icy tones
Coat the air of halls?
Shards of death
Taughten their grip
Bare white teeth
And heavy breath
Swallow the night
By twelve o'clock
Whilst those unmarked
Lay out of sight
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 1:56 PM UTC
I am damaged goods
A corruption of heart
Up from abyssal depths,
Down to desolate clouds.
The fragment lying between
I am not the incessant air,
A rage of non awakening.
Culmination of all fears.
No words do then, describe
me; I do not conform to rules.
Exception I am; ambiguous
A regular consonantal fool ?
Decreed to consume it all
I carry a ravenous thirst.
Unchecked; I grow fervor
A demon, I am accursed.
Where, then, do I find home
Where does my soul belong ?
Whom shall I call my tribe
Then; what do I, thus long ?
I am damaged goods, get ye'
I do not conform to codes.
I belong to the nether realm
Let me lie, in my .. abode.
Do not then, exhume me,
I have chosen to slither in. And,
Lie dormant in the underground.
Where exist I may, in quiet
Lie hidden away, from the
carnal realm, I want none of it.
A monster of my own making,
A necromancer of the Undead.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:54 PM UTC