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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ~~Chronic Pink~~ (Parents Peril * The Nightmare) Evil sits and whispers - sweet lullabies Chimes within my head, Damnation scratches at my conscious Of what was and is! ASLEEP………………. Water runs down my toes Rain taps at my windowpane A fear; I relive my childhood days ~~Dark April showers bring in a chronic look~~ Motions before daybreak, to face a colorless what! The trickle of musty wind meshes under my skin The panic begins to initiate the voices Unstable - a gash of blood fills the mind SLEEPWALKING………………. Dark feelings pollute the inside my head Visions of slitting my wrist from end to end My subconscious betrays my sanity Praying is what got me through the dark-mares. I held my own hand that very night Telling myself it would be all right Suddenly! MY EYES OPEN WIDE………………. Walking down the narrow hall The Chimes, the Chimes! Snapped into a moment of crime The trail of Sweet lullabies came from my parent's room Shhh!!! Hush now, *humming to the evil chant* Whispers of dust whisk through the air I grab the envelope opener, My heart pumps, piercing each neck One by one, they look up -IT WAS ME- A demonic child’s laughter erupts A Chronic Pink look Pacing off the bed What have I done? Cries of nothing led me back into my room. There and only there, water sits under the sheets The emptiness in my head was the sign of complete Falling asleep to the quietness around the room Waking up to, the parents peril sight every night My subconscious holds no sympathy To: relive the same chronic pink memory AGAIN- I begin to hear the sound of scratching violins Where dreams of demons wear pink by;pd 9/10/2012
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