Horror – Page 11 – Poems by Sam

Spell-Bound

Morning, friends. Today is a day to get up. Just get up. Out of bed. Off your couch. Up that ladder. Just get up and get out. It’s a wonderful day to get out and curse your enemies. I’ve got a spell for you today; said spell written by yours truly. I hope you enjoy it. Revel in the power of the…

Hex

I curse today and all the days

These Gods of ours in all their ways

When time has come and I will sum

Their heart against a stone I’ll weigh

I curse their bodies and their minds

Their every breath and every step

I curse the day that they were borne

From their chest, their lungs are torn

You fail us time and time again

Fail me and us and drop your pen

Your days are numbered

I’ll count to ten

What Time Is It?

2:30 at the time of writing. “What time is it?” I ask again. Do you know what time it is? Look at the clock and trace the ticking arms with your eyes. Find the hour, find the minute. To the second even? Too late. Out of time. You still don’t know what time it is. How could you ever?

Cracks in the Clock

Every second is excruciating

Every minute acutely agonizing

Hours pass as years

And Days in decades

I have been sitting here for 90 minutes

I can hardly believe

Everything changes in a Day

Everything changes in a minute

How’s it all so fast

When everything’s so slow?

Everything about me

juxtaposed

Incongruous

Broken and Fractured

Waiting to be raptured

Fighting with myself

At peace with myself

Loving myself and hating myself

A genius and a moron

A hero and a monster

A good man and a bad man

All at once

Driving me insane

The depths of my mind

Where to begin

Watching the dryer set to spin

Pins and needles swarm from the metronome

Tick and Tock

Stick and Shock

Kisses don’t…

It doesn’t matter

Dreams and Nightmares

Good morning, friends. I am cautiously feeling better today. I slept well enough. No dreams, no nightmares. Gifts for my birthday though. I’m enjoying them so far. Time with family makes me not feel so lost. One day I hope to have the family of my own I’ve been dreaming of. Seems a long way away. For now it’s just my dreams and nightmares.

Abyssal Screams

Voices, voices in the deep

Voices, voices, see them steep

Drink your tea

Hear them speak

How the whispers louden

Almost to a screech

I hear them screaming

Always screaming

Scared, scared, scared

Alone

What’s a man to do?

Record your message at the tone…

Never there

Never ever ever there

Oh how the voices wear

Mind a fortress

Under siege

How long before?

The walls come crashing down

A Mouth to Scream

It is not a good morning. I cannot sleep. I cannot eat. I am screaming but no sound is coming out. No tears left to shed. A pit in my stomach that grows and grows as a necrotic tumor, rotting me from the inside out, and yet, it is still worse for others. I am not the focus. I am an optimist. This week has tested my resolve moreso than anything I have ever experienced before. Destroyed me more than anything I have ever before experienced before. I am broken and yet… It is worse for others. How might this be allowed to happen? An unjust God that allows his children to suffer and die. An unjust God whose injustice I will spend my life and afterlife righting, no matter the cost.

Clouds on a Clear Day

Grey skies

Here forever lies

The great beyond’s luminant violescence

Calling from the fold

No one’s picking up,

That’s my hand to hold

A pair of porcelain pillars

Reaching for the sky

Everything you said and did

It was all a lie

The light has faded

Replaced by the Other

The Outsider

One you do not recognize

Everything is wrong

A cross between the pillars

A call with no answer

Danger in the throng

Divinity failing

Lord God, a failure

This is all your fault

Guard your door with salt

Not very nice.

I don’t knock twice.

Dread Depending

Good day, all. Today is a day to think of the end of the world. What can you possibly do to avert such an event? What can you do when you have no control? What do you do when you are faced with the coming of the Black Crusade? Survive, at all cost. There are fates worse than death.

Atah’Zanadu, The Great Crusade

Sifting sands

Fervent bands

Marching with full hands

Through humble dunes to distant lands

“Hallowed be thy name,

O great god of arid plains,

Deliver us from our pains,

And wipe from us our stains”

Cleanse the infidel, purge the heretic

They sally forth in dark cascade

Were house and palace, now a single burning stick

They carry out this black crusade

“Your watchful gaze brings no attrition,

Your watchful gaze brings no sedition,

Your watchful gaze brings attribution,

O Lord, as we effect your retribution”

Burning fires, heat and cinder

Houses are ash, families are tinder

Onwards, onwards, unto the dawn

Each and every one of you, but a simple pawn