Voices

[tartan_skirt]

Here I go with my second poem I've posted here... again it's on the morbid side...

Unheard whispers
Talking silently
Unseen faces
Laughing
Leering

Why do they taunt me?
Why won’t they leave me?
My mind is hurting
Shouting
Screaming

I want to be alone again
All I need is quiet
But they won’t stop
Crying
Cheering

Need to get away
Need to escape
They’re everywhere
Weeping
Whining

Put an end to all my pain
Here I stand
Knife in hand
Screeching
Squealing

This is my end
Final breathe
Final pain
Silence
Silence…

 

[Ashlea]

Good sense of urgency and confusion. Creepy. Which in this case, is a good thing.

 

[tartan_skirt]

Good sense of urgency and confusion. Creepy. Which in this case, is a good thing.

Thanks. I love writing creepy poems... hehe...