Crawling across the damp floor,
Trying to ease out of this pain.
The pressure building behind my eyes -
So hard to stay awake.
I shake on the edge of sanity.
Blood drips from my broken fingers,
Nails chipped from scratching.
Prickly limbs creep across my neck,
Their points piercing into my flesh as
I balance on the edge of sanity.
I open my mouth to scream,
But no noise is released.
Spiders crawl from my lips,
Their webs upon my cheeks.
I swing on the edge of sanity.
I can feel this thing inside me,
Pounding against my flesh
In an attempt to escape its hollow prison.
I try to swallow, but dust fills me while
I spin on the edge of sanity.
Crooked legs scratch against my skull,
Tearing my flesh and making me scream.
My voice - such a dead, hollow sound,
Shakes this empty room as
I leap off the edge of sanity.
Author notes
I wanted to enter your contest. Also I love the song Filistata. XDDDD
MAN I hate this poem. XDDDD
This is why I should only write one poem a year.
A contest entry
- Make me scream by WanderingCyclone.
460 points, ended June 12, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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inticedly foaming at the mouth!
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Thank you. ^____^
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Hitchcock suspense here.
This is quite good, the power of fear shown here and a title I am not familiar with grants you an exailment of unique purposes which will give you a style of own, Like Hitchcock, the suspense you show, Good poem indeed.
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Thanks.
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Well I'm glad you did. The imagery of something scratching it's way out. The whole sanity thing. Very good. Good luck Chum.
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