Violence became my aching obsession,
fed by the screams of wallowing depression.
Every night, I become a different man,
a wicked beast with a sinister plan.
My withered home filled to the brim with dead clergyman,
blood spattered as far as it can span.
I feel the voices taking over,
like the hallowed spirits of bleak October.
My inner desires have taken physical form,
shadows swirl around me in a furious storm.
Now they see me for what I truly am,
a violent heathen of the damned.
My dirty soul claimed by my own possession,
the monster in the mirror holds my filthy confession.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...