Myself, you cannot hide or silence
Me because I make no pretense
To silky shadows of disguise
And from your heart I will arise
A creature, a craven being that is
Yourself, yourself! And I am his
Who controls the denizens, black
The spawn of creatures will make you crack
For the knowledge, if you only knew.
Scream if you will.
I birth in you a taste for things
That summon evil, and evil brings
Of blood, of murderous anguish without
You are bound to me, beaten by the knout
Of madness! Madness, yes it's yours!
I've seeped under your soul's doors!
I walk inside your mind and scar
Your every happiness I'll mar
For the knowledge, if only you knew.
Scream if you will.
Taste! Taste the insanity that arises
From my whisperings and wanton messages
That send those shivers up your spine
Like cold, dead fingers; they are mine!
Cry your fear; let your anguish burn!
Your freedom is not for you to earn!
I'm staying here, you need not worry
Nor need you get in such a flurry
For the knowledge, if only you knew.
Scream if you will.
Bitter your nights, sour your days
For you can't help but acquiesce to my ways.
Walk softly, slowly with nary a sound
Or else you will quickly, quickly be found
I'll lead you, don't worry, to your first victim
But you must carefully follow my every dictum!
Good of you to stop fighting now,
There they are, I'll show you how!
You've cracked for the knowledge, now that you know.
Let them scream, if they will.
Me because I make no pretense
To silky shadows of disguise
And from your heart I will arise
A creature, a craven being that is
Yourself, yourself! And I am his
Who controls the denizens, black
The spawn of creatures will make you crack
For the knowledge, if you only knew.
Scream if you will.
I birth in you a taste for things
That summon evil, and evil brings
Of blood, of murderous anguish without
You are bound to me, beaten by the knout
Of madness! Madness, yes it's yours!
I've seeped under your soul's doors!
I walk inside your mind and scar
Your every happiness I'll mar
For the knowledge, if only you knew.
Scream if you will.
Taste! Taste the insanity that arises
From my whisperings and wanton messages
That send those shivers up your spine
Like cold, dead fingers; they are mine!
Cry your fear; let your anguish burn!
Your freedom is not for you to earn!
I'm staying here, you need not worry
Nor need you get in such a flurry
For the knowledge, if only you knew.
Scream if you will.
Bitter your nights, sour your days
For you can't help but acquiesce to my ways.
Walk softly, slowly with nary a sound
Or else you will quickly, quickly be found
I'll lead you, don't worry, to your first victim
But you must carefully follow my every dictum!
Good of you to stop fighting now,
There they are, I'll show you how!
You've cracked for the knowledge, now that you know.
Let them scream, if they will.
Author notes
'you cannot run, you cannot hide, I am the filth and fear inside' <--- prompt
I don't know if I like this, yet.
Why are my dark poems always about insanity? I'd better be careful or I'll get in a rut...
Anyway, enjoy!
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Comments
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Thanks for the comment
Thanks for the comment kevin. im bre. i know it was'nt the best but it's all i could think of thanks
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I really liked this, chilling, great write!! Ty also for the comment!


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This was a wonderful write. Scarey? It takes a lot to scare me. But you entered the dark realm very nicely and pulled from it an array of things to think about and send shivers from your spine. Our minds kind of think alike. I am glad that I write before I read any entries. Great write!
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Very dark. It teases the penumbra of our minds without being over-wordy.

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Quite the dark write this, and well done too by the prompt given. I agree with below, this could be a song, it has that certain feel to it. Again well done and good luck when the bloody judging begins.


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Very good lyrical aspects to this poem. I loved it. The typography created an eerie feeling. Well done.


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Fun on a bun. Prompt: 'you cannot run, you cannot hide, I am the filth and fear inside'
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