Strange Ghosts
A poem about mankind's urge to destroy the self.
Everyday, I am visited by strange ghosts,
They come night and day to torment the host,
Three they come, madness they bring.
Always starts with singing
First is the noose, a siren singing
The rope moves to tuneful swing
Singing to lure it's sad prey
To fly away and let the prey sway.
Second comes the knife, hungry for me,
Cut, slice, stab- it attacks, its hungry screams,
Hungry for my blood, never ending it seems
Gleeful howls and bared teeth, the strange ghost wishes to feed.
Third comes the bottle, death awaits inside,
The rattle inside reveals the murder in mind
Lurking, waiting to jump
The ghost is on the hunt.
Everyday, I am visited by strange ghosts
They sing of the madness they bring
I seek to silence the death hosts
One day I will be free to spread my wings.