In Dark Corners

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Brought back to life in a cold sweat

Snapping out of vivid imagination

Taken for a wild ride once again

As the spinning room settles down

Eyes open wide to the possibility

Of reality never coming into focus

An existence dances in the shadows

While illusion grabs up all the light

A place deep inside that takes hold

Playing keep away with proper sanity

Held prisoner inside these four walls

Sunlight and it’s absence are wardens

A jailbreak gets played out every night

Within the confines of a frantic dream

Conceived with careful forethought

Never to be brought to it’s fruition

As it is always deemed much safer

Inside the chain link and razor wire

In Dark Corners of a dangerous mind

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Brainstorm

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Look to the horizon

To see what’s on my mind

A tempest always brewing

Ideas like locusts swarm

Among synaptic waves

High pressure front

Bringing dark clouds

And the promise

Of heavy rain

 

 

Dark side of the moon

Fills many a night sky

As the light cannot be seen

Through a thick smoky cloud

While a dead calm envelops

The thoughts of a madman

Written in a diary

And kept under

Lock and key

 

 

Purple haze has been gone

Far too long to recall

The peace it once brought

Replaced by frenetic energy

That brings on lightning

While thunder rolls

From front to back

As lucidity is executed

By electrocution

 

 

To capture lightning

Inside a whiskey bottle

Wasn’t the brightest idea

As such energy stored

Will surely strike twice

Deadlier than before

With cunning, ruthless intent

And with nothing to stop it

From finding ground

 

 

So now as yet another storm passes

Leaving its destruction as a toll

I am left to pick up the pieces

So that I can start once again

To forge another fortress

Standing in command of all evil

That dares to infiltrate

This revived temple

Of creative control

Dangerous Reflection

 

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I see you standing there

Staring at me with contempt

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Certainly no better or worse than I

 

The feelings of self doubt consume

Not just me but you as well

Your condescending glare

Finds it’s way under my skin

As it begins to crawl with shame

 

I have known many others like you

They all share a common thread

Out to prove their alpha dominance

Over my weary threadbare soul

 

I have overcome this dread before

Stifled those who scowl with disapproval

Rejoiced in a new and brilliant perception

While knowing that ones such as you

Will always return to my awareness

 

You cannot stay hidden behind shadow

And will not ever shrink away for very long

Ceaselessly you administer your oppression

Building yourself up by tearing me down

 

I shall stand for this no longer

Once again I shall dismiss your arrogance

You are still no better or worse than I

I recognize now more than ever my mirrored foe

Reflection that haunts me is only you… my devious self

Panic

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Icy fingers clawing at the back of a fear stricken mind

Voices of suggestion imperious and insidiously corrupt

They laugh while frayed ends of sanity rapidly unwind

As the sounds of so many silent screams violently erupt

 

The bitter cold of ominous shadows never take leave

Constantly reminding of this anxieties stunning scope

Solitary soldier begging frantically for souls reprieve

Alone on this battlefield inside his mind without hope

 

A manic nature seeks shelter from the inevitable storm

Heart racing scared through forests of taunting visions

Reality bending at will creates deviations from the norm

Suggestions from within wickedly informing all decisions

 

A marionette to those so grippingly in control of the head

Actions are dictated by the tongues of malevolent beasts

No clear escape from the torturous grasp of unholy dread

 Spawned into the consciousness by Godless black priests

 

A warriors will to survive an onslaught of eye blinding pain

Only one escape from these hellions controlling his thought

As the sharp pinch of dawns needle brings light to his brain

Treatment but no cure for insanity’s war for ages hard fought

 

Imprisoned

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Caged

Held captive inside his mind

Thoughts create impenetrable bars

Words bring inescapable twisting torment

 

Delusion

Collusion

Illusion

Confusion

 

Incarcerated

Taken prisoner from within

Grasping at thinning straws

Banging on his imaginary enclosure

 

Womb

Gloom

Doom

Tomb

 

Trapped

From birth to death

A lost soul inside his head

A life sentence to be served

 

Sight

Light

Bright

White

 

Brilliance

Daylight returns once again

To shine brightly on his misfortune

As it illuminates everlasting madness

Silent Scream

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It has the power to make the night come alive

 

To paint the darkness vivid with invisible color

 

It walks alone, unseen among the multitudes

 

Casting shadows of nothingness upon empty spaces

 

Existing solely out of perceptual nonexistence

 

Consisting of the dreams said to be impossible

 

Things deemed far too frightening to be believed

 

Capturing imaginations without casting it’s net

 

It is the passing flash in the corner of the eye

 

A chilling sensation that there are eyes upon you

 

Stealing your aspirations and feeding on ambition

 

Existing everywhere and nowhere simultaneously

 

It lives inside the thunderous roar of quietude

 

Strange satisfaction derived from paralyzing fear

 

White noise inaudible and without distinct direction

 

Terror that can’t be described as it swallows you whole

 

As the world goes inconceivably dark and eternally quiet

 

All things devoured, absorbed within this silent scream

 

Doll Collector

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Looks can always be so very dangerously deceiving

Playing tricks with the images our eyes are receiving

I once knew a lady, seemingly so quiet and unassuming

No tell tale signs shown of the menace closely looming

 

She climbed within herself for her own preservation

Spent childhood as a victim of ridicule and predation

Now a young woman her escape can be found in books

Living inside stories, blind to strangers spiteful looks

 

Obsession with the written word became her new elation

A book found by chance one day became her true salvation

A tome of times gone by, and the southern most traditions

Leather bound and heavily laden with fact cloaked as fiction

 

A thick and tattered volume replete with ceremonial ritual

Told her of a remedy from misery’s grasp, dark and spiritual

To find another pass time, and become a collector of a kind

Crafting miniature likenesses of her tormentors left behind

 

Crudely made dolls of people who have long gone away

The ones who left their marks, her pain was here to stay

She’s been hard at work, has amassed quite a collection

One for each antagonist, following books direction

 

One for every wicked child that taunted her at school

Because we all know that children can be so very cruel

Another for the man in her youth, one that she called “DAD”

For all the secrets he made her keep, just so sick and bad

 

More for the others who made her frightened and afraid

And the rest that just looked away leaving her betrayed

The time has come, the book foretold, to finally be avenged

Finding creative ways to take her “pound of flesh” revenge

 

Gathering up some needles, pots and pans, candles and the like

She comes frenzied with torturous plans of retaliation’s strike

Needles in dolls of the children, their words were sharp as pins

Candles burn the ignorant, she looks away, they burn for their sins

 

She has dealt with each and every one, her tyrants of times past

All but one remaining, she purposefully saved the worst for last

Forgive me “Father” for I have sinned as down comes a rusty blade

To he who gave her life, life in living hell, a debt must now be paid

 

The doll it cuts so easily, and the sharp blades sever through

Pins slide right into the eyes as his daughter’s pleasure grew

The puppet seemed to scream in pain when doused in boiling oil

She has one last thing in store for him, with an evil grin she toils

 

Now grabbing makeshift father, at the feet she starts to pull

A frightening ripping, tearing sound, retribution plan comes full

The evil grin that crossed her lips as the doll was split in two

Far beyond mere words, Ancient evil scripture dubbed it Voodoo

 

This woman I spoke of is long since gone and so very far away

If you listen closely you can hear her laughing to this very day

She went completely mad and quite willingly lost her timid mind

A book was the form this evil took, A book I hope to never find.