MY ENTER TOMB

It started! blood pounding these weary veins,

it's grip and it’s sting, skin wrapping that pain.

The drip drip drip sound that’s in my head,

the prelude to the darkness that lays ahead.

My eyes now sunk in from the lack of sleep,

this cringing sensations has started it’s creep.

Cold nights hearing howls of the north wind,

blacken skies muffling thy cries from within.

Childhood memories flickering flash! then crash

visions in my past, my house of unwanted trash.

The wood floor squeaks then squelch on it’s own,

my heart stops for the search but I’m here alone.

Still I can hear the whispers of things never said,

ash white colored walls are just right for the dead.

The rain begins to pour, swirling leaves in the wind,

scratch thump and pound they demand to come in .

This horror of hollow, ever more pills do I swallow,

they stop those voices in my head so I don’t follow.

Slowly closing dark window shades as I remember,

how the light in my life died! this past November.

Cast to the side all those who would ever know me,

this crawling inside from the hell that haunts me.

Terror! it torments me this ugly wound I am doomed,

that’s why I built this cocoon, now entering my tomb.