Poem written for Dark Poetry Contest |
Can you not feel me? So close to you, so near The void within your heart that feeds upon your fear I'm right here within you, your deepest darkest place I'm the sin you once committed and can't erase I'm the ghost that's in your closet in the deepest darkest night I'm the curse you blame for failures, I will ever be your blight I am thehe hurried, eerie footsteps that echo in your wake The underlying reason for lost hopes, for promises you break I'm the wind that howls mournfully outside your window at midnight I increase your fear and terror for this brings me great delight I am legion, I am many, to you my presence won't be denied I feed greedily on your weaknesses, almost sated by your foolish pride I'm the parasite that consumes you, the evil resident within I'm the little voice that convinces you it's quite allright to sin I'm the serenade that whispers softly as a secret lover would But I will bring about such things as a lover never could Look not for simple explanations, or mundane reasons why The naked truths lie within your heart, so don't look to the sky I'll see to your destruction, and I'll urge you to betray All those who respect and love you, I'll see they go away I'll tease you with temptation, I'll set your soul on fire I'll blind your eyes with sinful lust while I grant all you desire And when you seek redemption, or seek to find some sense of good Songs of glory will ring hollow, as though made of wood I'll see you bent and broken, with filthy gutters your only shade You'll be a homeless outcast, never offered help nor aid Until you've arrived at this condition and your doom is cast in stone My hunger won't be sated, until you're all alone I am the puppet master, I will ever stay my hold Of the strings of you, my puppet, and you'll always do as told You think you have the power to cast your fears aside But you forget I hold the deed to all you treasure, all your pride I'll sit here in the darkness, your most veiled, most evil need I'll awaken at your smallest doubt, at but a pause I'll quickly rise to feed I'll fill your mind with unclean wants, with thoughts and lusts impure And filled with want and lust you'll have urgent needs you can't endure I'm the temptation of your basest tendencies But beware for sinful pleasures tend to carry costly fees I've planted seeds within your soul which will ultimately conceive Your weakest link, that you'll be made to willfully deceive I'm the whisper in the cold of night, I'm the evil within I'm the IT, the HOW the WHY, I'm the thing conceived in sin When you hear the eerie cry at night that causes you to fear Don't deny the truth; for your sins the darkness will regardless bring to bear |