It all began at the age of 12
To a descent of madness, his life would delve
Into a loathing panic of hate and fear
To shun and lose all he holds dear
Taunted and scared of those around
Not of people, but the voice of no sound
The recurrence of anguish, oh, so loud
The gears of destruction commence to be wound
With a drip of relief, an abysmal sigh
Buried in your hands, you begin to cry
Begin to stutter and then to scream
At the persistent wake of reality’s dream
Tap, tap, tap. You hear its call
Still some strength, you refuse to fall
Deafening roars! A moment of doom
And then it stops, or so you assume
And so you assumed and then you hoped
And then you stumbled and then you choked
And then you smiled, you think you know
But this cancerous demon, it will only grow
It will only grow to consume your life
Consume your soul and fill you with strife
Strife and anger, lonely nights
Will all be here when the demon bites
Slowing down, your mind is done
There is nowhere left for you to run
It is catching up, it’s almost here
Time to leave forever or face your fear…
…HELP! It’s here and I cannot hide
It feasts upon these scars inside
It hates to love and it loves to hate
A numbness now, I can’t sedate
I can’t sedate and I can’t control
Falling now, into the deepest of holes
I’m falling deeper, time stands still
This cancerous demon was hired to kill
As I fall, I begin to see
That everything is not what I perceived to be
I realise that there are things I cannot control
But, yet, I am trapped inside this hole
In this hole, normalities do not apply
No joy, there is only sorrow in my eyes
Misery, disgust, and pain is all I know
Deeper and deeper, this hole will go
At this point I see, I cannot disguise
My feelings are lost, I begin to cry
Begin to stutter and then to scream
As I fall asleep to reality’s dream
As I wake, a dream it was
The demon is gone and I’ve found my cause
It will take some time but I can now stand tall
Never again, in that hole, will I fall…
…Slowly but surely, he lost the pain
Four more years and he was "normal" again
No more madness, hate or fear
Back to loving himself and those he holds dear.
About the Creator
Steven B
I'm an 18 year old from the beautifully macabre island of Great Britain. I have somewhat of a fascination with art, music and poetry and would LOVE to share it with all you talented people!
Enjoy :)
~ My art is on Instagram @stevenb261 ~
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