I watch as their eyes stare
See as their limbs twist
Watch as their bones crunch
The cycle continuing endlessly
Have you seen the woman who stares in 5 ways?
Have you seen the Devil who prays away?
Perhaps the eye that stalks you day by day?
The friend who’s a demon yet revealed?
I saw the sea of eyes
The way the screams echoed in the deep
The hatred of the lost one in the willow
THE INSATIABLE INSANITY OF STARING AT MYSELF!
I contorted!
I LAUGHED!
MY MIND WAS GONE
BLOOD FLOWING FROM MY EYES!
The cackling demented lamentations of the priest with no skin!
The way the devil slowly smelled my hair…
The way she touched me without ever a finger placed anywhere…
The minds fading realities
The Death of the many who’ve fallen around
The faces of sorrow of those I’ve seen who do not see their Deaths yet to come!
There was a man, twisted in madness
Screaming the name of his God!
The rich agitation of the beast who constantly sews together their thoughts…
The smiling one with red eyes
Speaking demonically!
It’s horns speaking in anagrams
While the hanged watch on smiling!
Their smiles full of sun
Even when the world around them
Lives without one…
You’ve yet to sleep to wake in a place
It was supposed to just be a dream
Till I was there 2 years removed from my present standing!
The hall with no end
The checkered floor that screamed to them!
The blood of the children with no eyes!
The screams of the silent
Wailing away not through audible sound…
Hammering inside my mind
As they beckon for someone to listen to them!
The choir of the dead as they tell me their tales of sorrow
The one among them with no face
It speaks within my soul
Calling me to the Sanctuary without a place in space or time
The wailed sufferings of the mad one who cackles
Their skin splitting as the blackened eyes stare at all of them…
Them I refer to as those we don’t see
The constant madness of what we believe to be reality!
Yet I say unto you,
Closed once the eyes
Opened once the mind
Listening to the rappings at the door of the soul
Bleeding tears as you see them cry
Such is the nature of the things you’ll see
Even as the woman with no child
Beckons for the sight of her lost loved one
…Endlessly…
Circling around, the world moves with thought
Seeing the wheel of arms spinning
Reaching out for a single hope at life
The mad one hides in wait
Saying only that they wish to take your life…
The things most don’t see each day & night
How close they are to Death
Something they can not see with the normal eye
Has it been so long since your last close brush
Or have you felt the stroke
Sending a cold touch?
Feeling it as it crawls down your spine
Then ignoring it,
Not fully aware of your time…
Such is the unhinged truth of the one who holds the book
The nursery rhyme & lullaby
Of the dead children who’s life he took…
Speaking the chants
The ravings of those far away
Those never hearing
Somehow still listening
Acting out their rhymes!
Before them,
Off the edge of the cliff
Stands the abyss
The one with no more loss
Once dove into…
Taking over the darkness
That enveloped her within
Watching over the souls who continue living…
Punishment is a thing well known to the one with 9 eyes
Always suffering
Knowing how ends all lives.
Feeling the pain
In thought
As well as Death
Suffering the sins
Of those
For which…
They’ll never have met.
What I speak,
What you hear,
What you read,
It need not make sense presently…
Just understand
In time we all die
Understand that sometimes the places you go
When you sleep at night
Are not as fake as they seem
For even a ripple of the mind
Is speaking something…
At least that’s what the one with the long hat might say
Dressed as class
As one would expect him to be…
The rotting brains
The flesh melting away
The festering of the bugs
As they crawl beneath the victims skin…
The unfettered darkness
The depth of sin that knows no end
The ones who worship the madness
Dwelling deep within…
I saw a woman speaking to a child
A cross turning black
As came out the one with no lips
The psychedelic ecstasy as I felt their heat upon my skin
The woman in black
Telling me to focus
I saw all the faces as they sang
No home for them
No body to be seen
Once every great while
Speaking the most important song they sing…
I’ve died so many times
Seen Death so many ways
I can tell you things you’d never believe
For now though, I’ve spoken enough
Even as the mad one
Writes my ramblings…
There is more to say
Impossible amounts for which you’ll never understand
I can feel them telling me to speak
I can feel their agony!
Still the clock says to me
This is all you shall glimpse
For now
It never truly ends
Someday you’ll understand
Their fragmented prayers
…Such is the way…
-Obscure Psychopathy-
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