My Killers Are...

My killers are quiet and fresh,

They move with the trembles of my flesh.

My killers are pretty and made to allure,

They dull innocence with heart´s so pure.

My killers are vile and in my soul,

They will never let go until they have control. 

My killers created me from limbs and hate,

They sharpen their teeth to imitate. 

My killers crush the colors and inhale, 

They cut me through the dream´s broken veil.

My killers stalk and hunt,

They´re outside and in front. 

My killers are needy and bitter,

They stay hidden in streets buried beneath litter.

My killers breathe light and dark,

They find shelter in your skin´s spark.

My killers are repressed and in love,

Their desire has a heart to feed, decomposing from above.

My killers are you and I,

They´re inside us, dwelling behind blind eyes.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Bear]

As I read this I couldn't help but think of the Hearse Song, this could almost be a lost verse, it has the right flow and creepy factor. And what a great line to end with, talk about making a person squirm just thinking about it. Bravo! Five out of five Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Matching Socks]

Very eerie and dark writing that (to me) speaks of the darkness in each of us that is vulnerable to things like jealousy, hate, greed and other things if the sort that can consume and eat us. Well done.

[Abigail Jackson]

that was deap af no joke. sorry im also from tumblr

[M.Babu]

Such a chilling and absolutely creepy piece this one!
Smells like humanity this does!! Keep writing.
~M.Babu~

[Emily]

We all have killers in our head. Kind of like our demons.
Great poem!
Keep it up!!