From whispers to screaming, these voices still taunt me,
breathing and fraying through old nightmares to haunt me.
Shadows speak loudly, crucifying the evening,
stalking the sounds that explode until my ears ring.
Mercy is tangible when moonlight collapses.
Volume increases with a thousand relapses.
Scratches resurface like every bottle of pills
I shove down my throat to muffle noise from your drills.
From death threats to murder, the silence could still me,
but now sunburned moments are dying to kill me.
Rusty chainsaws like lightning stretch down from the sky,
hanging over my bed, dropping dirt in my eye.
"Bleed well for nothing," I hear repeated again.
Your soul pushes bibles, but I won't say "amen."
Bouquet of sins ascend from the ground like a vine,
proving that I cannot keep what was never mine.
From calming to violent, like rosaries to dust,
religion disintegrates in satanic lust.
Black crosses keep spinning on the tip of my tongue,
sucking your weightless words through the hole in my lung.
Ravens claw at stained-glass windows, night after night
scraping benevolent vows that just weren't right.
Sounds get sharper when another puncture wound calls,
but nothing can take these voices out of the walls. |
Submission Name: Haunted
