Deep within my mind
laid a hidden hideous half.
The gory echoes of madness
were the endless sounds of laughs.
The days seem to be a returning
cycle of regretting what I could have been.
Morbid to my conviction,
that I was pleasurably
drowning in a pool of sin.
My tantalizing thoughts ponders
strenuous streams of dreary desires,
and my ambitions followed
more the paths of lavish liars.
Within the depths of my loins
bleeds crimson cryptic gore,
as the dark webbing in my mind
exalts Quietus, as shelter
from the sane that I ignore.
My oily trenches of tears
harnessed the flaming furnace in hell,
as I in barbed such sorrow shut
within this torturous infidel.
The moths which nest in
the forsaken space of my body’s temple,
are gathering dust and rust
of death’s decaying sample.
My flesh sheds endless layers
of dust off my miserable mort,
and my bloody disfiguration
was entirely blemished with warts.
Eternal rest seemed to be
the only relief from my depression,
When my heart pumped vital signs
of its dysfunction.
My scars were pierced deeper
into the marrow of my bones,
as Satan listens pleasurably
to my excruciating moans.
I praised Id’s undying whispers
that rethinks the thoughts
in my mind in dread,
and terrify the living
that stroll foolishly within the lair
of the living dead……
Story Book Poetry By Sky Nguyen Copyright 2018