My Dark Places

step into my mind....

Might be the black coffee or the lateness of the night but the shadows move along the corner of my eyes;

dancing and drinking until their sin suffice, their bellies full of lust and and eternal despise.
The damnation that revives within the walls, lurks sulkily between death and withdraw.

Must it be my head creating  in the light?  Or the mid-night curse descending on my thoughts?

What ever this might be, let it be still tonight. I wish not to see insomnia at its might.

The tap of the fingers empty silence in disguise, against the keys that hinder the flow that synchronise,

each letter to discard roughly through hidden lies, that my head controls at a loosing price.

Enter the beginning of dreams beyond your reach, the things that make you say, ” Oh, dear God, geeze.”

Some depart from sanity to be free, while others in your mind creep. 

The dark places introduce,  a habit of light that’s reduced,

through wicked smiles that seduce, with soft-sin words that create my muse.

So when my head stops spinning from all the jittery jumble that’s gleaming,

there will be nothing left for fearing only the secrets that aren’t fitting.

Now the journey will be long, so prepare for nights without songs,

no comfort in your eyes, as the caves of travel hide inside the mind.

Illusions will play tricks, and the voices will speak,

disembodied voices will scream, in your ears until they bleed.

Thus only horrors you will see, some things should not be believed,

its the things that reside in my dreams, that should be carefully schemed.

So as I sit here and watch the shadows creep on me,

I think of the sanity that lies within,  I question my words silently,

without a version of truth that I so badly need.

And when the days belong to the grasp of eternity, I see no other conformity.

I just need the security that when I sleep, I reason verity.

Then again  it might just be the black coffee or the lateness of the night,

that dwells these useless words in sight.

Reviews

[Perfect Mistake]

Your mind and dreams are clearly a vivid and amazing world to behold. I like how you repeated "might just be the black coffee or the lateness of the night" shows the doubt within. Beautifully written good work :3