When the Day Goes to Sleep

When the day goes to sleep
the night is so black that even God can't see through
is it just in my head where these drums pound?

Trees infested with moans of the lost lean over
making way for black creatures that hold me by the throat
as I try to run away from it all

The drums pound harder and harder
When they crack in through my eyes

Scratching my face in vain
blisters and scars begin to spread
The drumming searing my ears while
black blood drips and burns
through my skin

The new demon emerges 
As the charred remains of sanity
Slips through its crooked fingers

its pupils darken as the drumming stops
and the sinister silence pierces the air like a sharp knife

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem. The description how day falls to night is amazing. Each statement was strong and true. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote