Nightmare Lullaby

Ye olde high-school-poetry club poem. So really it's not that old... :) About the suppression of depression

 

After the goodbyes have been said
and I head for home
that's when it begins

The buzzing in my head I've been suppressing
begins to grow louder until it becomes a roar that drowns out all sense and stability

It screams through my body and my flesh screams in reply
burning alive in the cool air

On the floor
my outer layer seared away
my shell lying bare to the world

And in the gloom
of the upstairs hall
the iron layers slowly part and fall

leaving behind a wax figurine
emerging like a new insect
all pale and soft and useless
its black blood rises to the surface

it gives a heave
the wooden ribs protrude under the wax
forcing silence out of paper lungs too weak to cry out

The thing crawls
blind and stupid across the floor
its whit ebody peeling away on the carpet
bruising and denting easily on bumps
until it can go on no more and collapses into sleep, stained with its own sang-noir

A sleeping despair
that sleeps in me


A door sounds in the distance
and the world turns over