Night Flashes

Stuck in thoughts

It flashes everytime I blink my eyes
Count ti'll  3 and you shall find.
1.., 2.., 3..,
Shhhh... hear that?

Flash and sound rumble inside the darkness space.
Silhouetes are sneaking off,
Beyond the  corner of my eye.
Dancing curtains drifting away,
In a cold breeze of this wicked wind.

The nights seems perfect to cast away,
 Cast away from my wondering box.
A box full of strings ,
No ends to be meet.

The night seems perfect,
To hear the sound.
The spookiest keys descending it's pitch.
Hush my dear, says the one in the box,
Night's too young to shut me off.

The night is creepy say's to them,
With rain and flashes and sounds in nightmares.
They say it's horrifying that'll give them delusions,
Weak nor coward it'll hunt you first.

Am I that different?
Never scared of the monster they speak.
It seems so soothing,
Makes me drift away with my endless strings.

The night is perfect, for my wicked box.

floating away from my empty soul.
Sinking slowly in a big royal bed,
Filling up a black hole void.

Trap in a couldron they say it's a curse.
The book of secrets, they want to read it more.
My spells are no different,
From your chanting cult,

I'm not a monster but the mirror is.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I like how you describe the night in different views from being comforting to frightening

[duff]

I enjoy the dark side of this piece. The night can hide so many secrets. Some that will never escape the vault.

"I'm not a monster but the mirror is." This is a great closing line because it leaves the reader wondering and can take them in many directions to explore which I like. A true mystery with passionate lines. Nice work and welcome!

[January]

Exactly that is like the true form of the poem.
And thank you that you like the ending line, it is such an honor someone actually like my poem. THANK YOU!