The Voices

by Evanescent Moon   Jan 2, 2018


The whispers came to me
And I succumbed to their beckon;
The mirror crooned to me,
And I was lost in the reflection.

The knife winked at me,
Dripping mesmerizing rubies,
The blood, though not mine,
Housed my battered soul in its crime.

Insanity lurks around a nearing bend,
Reality is loosely held in time's fading grasp;
The voices grow louder - shall I ever ascend
From this darkness in which I seem to be trapped?

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Agree with Ben mesmerising and dark. Steeped with insanity. Great read. Best wishes Milly x

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A dark poem indeed, but mesmerizing and very well written.

    Take care,

    Ben