Whispers And Other Dark Stuff Poem by Gina Albiek

Sound of silver
Sound of stone
Sound of a devil
On a throne
Sound of evil
Sound of pain
Ringing loud
Ringing in vain

In a dark corner
Whispers hid
Blurring away
What IT did
Craning necks
And flying signs
Warm salt water
Dropping in lines

A diamond sparkles
A glass broke
Right on that floor
A beast awoke
From the depth
Of fog and smoke
Unexpectedly,
IT awoke

Eyes up high
Eyes down low
Scanning around
For something I know
Windows shut
There's no escape
Limbs tied down
With unseen duct tape

I have lost
I gotta confess
I have lost
I gotta undress
On top of me
Demons caress
All my body
And in they press

Weak and defeated
I know I am
Marked by a beast
I know I am
Bring me flowers
Flowers which bloom
Lay them down
In that dark room

Sound of whispers
Fill the room
Sound of whispers
Creep in doom
Sound of silver
Sound of stone
I have faded
I'm IT's clone