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.
Also 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 Copyright2018