standing on a bridge strung across the canyon wall's
looking down into the abyss so dark you cannot see
I can hear the demons screaming out my name
come an play with us it's, your kind of game
your fight has been lost, all you have to do is concede
all it will take is one finale step and you will be free
in what's left of My mind I'm running down endless corridors
opening up every door screaming out someone please help me
all I need is someone to need Me like I need them
what can be so hard about that ?
but no one ever ever answers me
scared of the dark corners in my room
I force myself to run the streets at night
afraid I am weak so I make myself fight
any an all that come
how well I know about living on the jagged edge
terrified of the unknown thing called death
so I flirt with suicide
at last there's light at the end of the hall
I made it through another night It was all just a dream
................wait a minute there's blood on my hands
HOW CAN THAT BE ????????????????
I had My eyes wide open but I didn't see what I had
had slowly slipped away
can you hear My Screams ?
Strengths
You should write horror stories for real. You and King and Poe and Hitchcock have something in common, the ability to tell hard truths emotionally, drawing the reader in and not letting go. I'm screaming too. Now. There is a PROSE section waiting and confession is good for something (Gods! I hope this is not autobiographical, but I'm afraid. Afraid, i say.) ~~A~~
Having something in common
Having something in common with King and Poe and Hitchcock ? Well that put's Me in a wild crowd but it would be an honor to be with them . but sadly I'm no writer of such caliber . I'm just what I would call the Trashcan poet .where years of stuff ended up till I lost a bet an had to start posting it ..But Thank You ! I think I would blush if I knew How ...~ D D ~
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces