he Sound of Madness
Fear strikes once again
Surely poltergeists are here
But why should I fear
Hallucinations kick in
Its just the madness within
Bluebirds haunt me
Cardinals too
The red winged black bird?
No its just him
Its reminds of a time
When there was no madness within
I am snowed in
Now where do I begin
I am trapped in my head
Haunted by the undead
Can I feed on their souls?
Should I believe what in my head?
I cannot go with the flow
I’m simply a shell with no soul
You know what helps me think?
A little little drink
The worst decision I made
Was listening to the bartender in my head
I have lost all control
I can feel it in my soul
I am so snowed in
Where do I begin?
Like tattoo on my skin
The darkness harvests my soul
Can you make out my mind
And the darkness within
The pills make me high
The drunkards take me low
Why must I be haunted
By their tortured twisted souls.
Where do I begin? Its just the madness within
About the Creator
Susan Eileen
If you like what you see here, please find me on Amazon. I have two published books under the name of Susan Eileen. I am currently working on a selection of short stories and poems. My two published books are related to sobriety.
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