Delusions
Oh, how it hurts
Ears ringing, chest throbbing
Spiders flooding the room in spurts
A voice emanates, so harsh he leaves me sobbing
I curl myself tightly in a ball
iPod blaring to drown out it all
As clawed fingers scrape across my wall
Lying there I feel so small
As the night goes on
His hands drag me to the place I call hell
A cold gray domain that never sees dawn
Where fog fills my lungs and I cannot yell
He beckons me into the darkness
While the other tempts me with fire
His shadows are deep and heartless
While the flames chant, a haunting choir
Naked and fearful
Mute in the void of monochrome
I submit to the gloom, take his hand, rather tearful
And we begin to roam
I am led through my delusions
Gripping the hand of the one who has been there my whole life
He shows me my mind’s vast arsenal of illusions
And allows my hallucinations to run rife
but he returned me to my bed
and stroked my weary head
he lulled me from my dread
and into a sleep like lead
I wake and he is there
The last delusion to remain
He stands with a dull stare
No sign of last night’s strain
Hours later, a whale sings from the sky
His face flickers with quick disdain
I continue my day as if nothing’s awry
Though we both know this is the start of the delusions again
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