Losing Poem by benedict mmm

I have no energy, I'm weak and tired.

My mind hopelessly wants peace.

I can hear the footsteps of the devil in my mind,

I can't tell if they're walking toward me,

I can tell they're not walking away,

Let's rest a moment, the confusion will leave us.


The echo of water drops into a puddle, the echo of an underground hallway.

The pipe that drips, a gland, a yolk, gasket at fault.

I can't close my eyes.ee


I hear the sound, it's wicked.

I can't close my eyes.

The drops pierce the silence with echoes bouncing off the walls,

The drops are laden laced with blood,



Don't make me close my eyes,

So tired, no energy.

I've walked this hallway before.

I've seen this scene when I was a boy,

Why did I forget? What made me repress?


I can see now my eyes are closed,

He has been here,

I hear the dripping of the blood water and see the splashes in the white light.

White light on blue dark, red water in steam and mist.

I can see and hear this dream's memory.

I hear a breath.


I hear the footsteps, they approach