Dark Poetry: IT Comes Again (Psychological Warfare)

IT Comes again…(Psychological Warfare) ————————————————————   The mutterings of my intricate mind Are louder than the whispers that float from my dry lips… …the clouds of darkness swim into an already crowded room.   Its hours after midnight, and the battles return for the hours that reside Between our world and that other other-worldly realm.

Dark Poetry:Nightmares in Thy Mind

  Nightmares in Thy Mind Nobody realizes the horror that takes comfort in your own bed when terrible dreaded nightmares take estate in your wandering head. Restless thoughts of tormenting insecurities give birth in a relentless mind… It seems as if hope has escaped when faith has just began to blossom. In a dark room,

Dark Poetry: Untold Secrets

Untold Secrets Through the heavy depths of a cloudy murky fog, Secrets lay low, careful to not make a sound. Behind the black curtain of hidden darkness, the unknown is still, waiting to be released to the unexpected. Inside the lonely night of moonlight and stars, one’s hope is deceiving as madness waits to scream.

Dark Poetry: Master of Nightmares

Master of Nightmares Slow enticing deep down dread filled the empty thoughts in the young girl’s head. All of the bustling noise that she once heard, now lay stagnant and silent, while waiting for the screams of those screaming in writhing pain dripping a fury blood red. The intoxicating, frightening dreams that shook and cradled