I am enslaved, a living hell.
A fractured mind, my prison cell.
I must obey my darker side,
Or end it all by suicide.
This rage becomes nights darkest dreams,
Where fears turn into piercing screams.
With grotesque mask and jet black hood,
Wild frenzy feeds, the taste for blood.
Imagination soon departs,
My dagger rips out beating hearts.
An urban legend, i am back,
To lurk in shadows, then attack.
There's no escape from deaths embrace,
When evil casts the devils face.
For Halloween's compelling me,
I'm guided by insanity.
George Seal. 10/ 3/ 2015. Prompt 2.
Copyright © george seal | Year Posted 2015
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