Mind-Dweller

by Rebecca   Jan 22, 2008


I sit in here in the black
Tainted with a red hue.
Playing with black magic
Mindless games, like voodoo.

Veins stream down the wall
Above is a black hole, like space.
The sound of drip, drip, drip
Inside, drip, drip, near my face.

Fog steams around my feet
I make it fuse together walking by.
White paint is smear around me
I'm surrounded by pain and lies.

Black lights that leave neon colors
I feel like a mouse trapped in a maze.
Beneath the haze, the path leads forever
I cannot get myself out of this daze.

Leaving behind trails of smog
They whisper in my vacant head.
They spill hollow words in the air
They become heavy, dead like lead.

I dwell in the minds of the lost
This is the cost that they pay.
I sit here walking forever
Just thinking here where I lay.

Black webs decay in the dust
Like a fortress, there's no outlet.
Will I live or die in this hollow place?
That is the thought, a cold hard bet.

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