More poems by XXfallenangelXX87

Can You?

I’m screaming I’m screaming
Can’t you hear it?
That loud high pitched keening?

It comes from within my soul
Can’t you hear it?
Such a screech it can dole

This has been suppressed for too long
Can’t you hear it?
No longer is it just a low haunting song

The monster has grown deep within
Can’t you hear it?
The thing calls me made of mortal’s sin

The thing knows what went on
Can’t you hear it?
Knows the dark past not so long gone

It plays the old fears like a harp
Can’t you hear it?
Eating me alive, its teeth so sharp

I’m dying, I’m dying
Can’t you see it?
There’s no more use for lying

It’s been happening for awhile now
Can’t you see it?
To death I must make my final bow

For these memories have become too much
Can’t you see it?
No more can my curse reach out and touch

I do this for you to save you from despair
Can’t you see it?
So my curse can never drag you to its lair

Can’t you see it?
Can’t you hear it?
I’m a victim of my own memories.