The Night, My Beloved Prison

[ButterflyKiss]

Faithfully risen,
the night, my beloved prison.
No one knows my breed of wisdom.

Inevitable embolism.

Creatures of night listen.
On Evil’s watch they share dreadful thoughts
plotting wicked plots.

It’s the glint of an eye I see
reminds me that Evil stands-by
stealth and sly,
stalking me relentlessly as I quietly sit alone in the dark and cry.

While the depraved tell the tales of woe
to friend and foe
Nothing less than a creep show.

The main event begins when the Reaper surfaces
from depths far below the low,
I have yet to know.

Auspicious up ‘til now, I’ve evaded the Reaper’s sweeping blow.

Heartache descends upon these cryptic grounds,
Evil’s hand proficiently slaughters
dreams I have yet to dream.

There’s no probability I’ll make it out of here.

My muffled cries, my screams never heard,
forever lost in this secret land,
where darkness spans, home of the damned
the place where Evil reigns.

Alone, no companionship other than my shame
where I will eternally wake.

No soul left to take.

[dadio]

A well thought through and fine written poem.

[Kailashana]

Loved the title and your journey into the recesses of yourself.

~A