They

They twist and turn,
They pierce your skin,
Like silk sliding across your thighs,
They taunt you and abuse you,
They think they can misuse you,
It ended long ago.

You left your innocence on the corner of the street,
In the bedroom of the lions’ den,
Where the growls of the older men,
Scream for more meat.

The sheets are stained,
Like your skin and your heart,
Your mind is tainted,
And your body no more,
It's nothing but used,
And nothing it's used for.

So long,
Have you felt the wind,
Whip across your bare heart,
Its beating echoing the cages,
Inside you.
No one hears,
The echoes within,
but they're there,
Haunting what's left of your mind.

Hauntings

I was walking along a long, vacant hallway. Most of my surroundings were inaccurate and hazy. All I could see were dimly lit candles on the walls as far as my eyes reached. Beneath me was a cold, hard marble floor. I could feel the coldness run through my body, tingling my spine as I walked – my feet were bare. They seemed to be the only delicate thing in the whole scene. Everything around me seemed murky and forbidden. There was something sinister to the whole place. Even the flames of the candles seemed to sneer at me, flickering simultaneously.
The walls loomed over me, trapping me into the vast space of the hall. Never had I felt so cramped, yet everything was so spacious and seemed to expand, making them look even more over powering and vicious. This suddenly made me feel so small and insignificant among the immenseness of the hallway. I was wearing my nightwear, a long, light dress with embroidery at the hems and collar.
There seemed to be a draft coming from somewhere but wherever I looked I saw no window or door, only a vast nothingness. I continued walking, shivering in my now limp and useless night gown. I didn’t seem to be going anyway, just straight, yet the hallway never ended. I couldn’t stop walking, I kept walking, all the time feeling as though something was behind me, as if that was where the draft came from. I didn’t feel as though I was the only one, I felt everywhere about me was alive and ready. Ready. Ready. Ready to strike. My body was tense, and my walk became more robotic.
It seemed to be hours this went on, stretching out as far as it could. I just wanted to get out, to wake up. Dreams, they only last a few seconds, but they feel so long, so tiresome. You can feel yourself there, you can feel the fear, you can feel the movement. However, this was no dream, this was a re-occurring nightmare. I knew that place. I knew what it represented, I knew what it held at the end, but there was no end in the nightmare. Just like there is no end to this. The suffering, the pain, the illusions. All the memories, all the secrets, lurking in every corner, whispering in your ears so softly it feels like the wind brushing past. No, it never ends. No matter how many times I pray at night, no matter how much I do. It stays. She’s still here. She lingers. She’s beside me, right now. Just as always. She’s whispering profanities in my ear, absurd messages, complaints. She’s only encouraging me… but she won’t go away...
I’ve screamed at her; I’ve hit her; I’ve scratched at her flawless skin but she just stares back with those empty, unnerving eyes. They’re like pale moons but her eyes have fallen into the sockets so they look gaunt and sickly. She’s not pretty like she used to be; now she just looks dead. Now she is dead, but she’s as alive as ever with me. Sometimes she tries to smile but her mouth falters and melts away leaving nothing but blackness. So she calls to me, she wails and her wails echo off the walls and reverberate back to me.
I took to my heels one time, I tried to run, but she was faster than me and she still ran gleefully beside me, rolling her head back so much her eyes rolled into their sockets too. The sight made me vomit, forcing up the nothingness that lay in my stomach only leaving me feeling even more empty and bitter.
Right now, I can’t feel the cold hard marble on my feet anymore, but I can feel fresh grass tickling at my toes. I can feel the wind whipping round my face. She’s here too, and she’s beckoning for me to come closer, closer to the edge. She’s laughing manically and so am I. I’ve been sleep walking I realise and now I’m outside. I stretch out my arms and run, maybe now I’ll be free.

Words

You know when someone says something to you, you take it in then everything around you is silent but buzzing and their lips move in sync with your thoughts. Then everything slows and you're falling backwards in time; the past is flashing across you in consecutive images, your whole body feels completely submerged in the past. Your body is feeling the past again, it's hurting, it's screaming as you're spiraling back through the dark passages of the past. You're grasping for air, choking on your thoughts feelings, they're suffocating intoxicating, they're so close, real, so in tune with you now, in the present that you flinch and try to squirm away from this grotesque monster. But you suddenly emerge from beneath - you're flung up again and time starts moving again, properly and in the present. The person is looking at you now waiting for a response because they realise it's a big deal. Except, they didn't realise it's almost like de ja vu to you but you suppress it all in shame. Yet shame is anything but what you feel towards the person staring, and hoping with those big eyes, in front of you.

The Hour of Midnight

Now upon the hour of midnight
The darkness crept upon the loneliness so upright,
The dreams are dark and defiant
Their hidden means so transparent.
The silence drifts along the corridor
The creaks echo on the squeaky floor.
Darkness and distain,
The dreariness seeps through again.
Long are the hours of turmoil,
Long are the hours as the memories uncoil.
Strangled flowers, stopped in mid growth;
Clear are the memories I’ve come to loathe.

Fragility

Fragile doll,
So soft and frail,
I give her my all,
But she never lets me in.
All day,
The sun slowly fades,
And I watch her decay.
Her words of sorrow,
Her smile so broken,
She prays for a better tomorrow,
And for words unspoken;
I can’t save her mind,
The poison has seeped too far
All I can see is the faint outline,
Of your biggest scar.

Riddle

Figure out the riddle,
Open me up,
See all the things,
I’ve been hiding,
See all the lies,
Lying within my soul.
See hell,
See the fiery flames,
Watch them consume you,
As you riddle me out,
Open me up.