Exsanguinating Into A Crestfallen Ubiquity - Poem by Michael Robertson
As sharp as knives the winds blow faster, the walls are closing in
And the colors are flashing, I can see the specters, the demons,
Hiding behind their illusion, I can hear the sky screaming, and
One day I awoke to find myself clawing out my eyes from the agony.
A thousand voices haunt my mind, inhumanly images fill my
Brain, I no longer understand the meaning of reality,
Everlasting darkness of the sickest kind consuming me
Through infinite dimensions of unreality and horror.
Insanity has no meaning for me, words have no purpose
And life has become utterly vacant, the emptiness has
Crumbled under itself, I can no longer see my reflection
In the shards of the mirrors, I can no longer bare to understand life.
Can you hear their haunting screams? O, their tormenting
Shrieks pierce my flesh through the winds, the rustling leaves
At night, the hole in my heart has finally been filled… with the
Eternal, miserable pain and screams of insanity.
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