Three Screams For Insanity Poem by Amber Jones

Trapped in a parallel far from my own
Monsters swim and the tortured moan
Deep in the dark facets I see
The pain of that which has enveloped me
Bloody tears fall from my eyes
And land on warm flesh - as steam they rise
Thick, black fog across the land
As dark and hollow as the heart in my hand
Whispers sweet and threatens hard
Like little slits from sharpened shards
Tiny crystals on my wrist
Shadowed by the coming mist
Rise from far beneath my skin
Oh hallowed name, oh hallowed sin
Bang my skull against the walls
Screaming, screaming down the halls
Tortured, blind, as one they see
This hell that has become of me
Dying, dying in the night
Come and join my constant fight
Three screams for one, three screams for me
Three screams for my insanity