Can you hear that?
Those voices -
Those demonic, frightening voices
Dull vibrations, static noise
Clear as misty fields in the dead of winter
Screams so loud they may shatter my skull
With their deadly bassline
Can you see them?
Why can't you see them??
Distorted faces, rotting flesh
Pitch black eyes and gaping wounds
Hidden in a corner; fetal position
"Our Father who art in heaven -
Hail Mary, full of grace."
It isn't real
This can't be real!
Futile reassurance lull me to sleep
Grasp my wrist and paint a perfect picture
Agonizing howls ring out into the night
Left with the scars of their mutilation
Silence falls as the knife hits the floor -
And they're no where to be found