Darkest Sin



Darkest Sin

Awakened swathed in sweat,
We three share the same dreams of horrible creation,
Madness screaming with primal lust,
Nightmare worst of yet,
Colliding together nightly in sudden realization,
Demanding terrible cravings a must,
Darkness creeping within,
One body, mind and soul, yet three ways,
Staggering from a crazed waltzing hell,
Warning me of my deepest sin,
All but one during awakened hours of day,
Frightening chimes from deserted church bells,
Screeching from deep inside,
But come nightfall, each beckoning spirits from afore,
Scarily clad wickedness in torn cloth,
Horrors that never hide,
Filling devilish mentally strained agony,
Witches stirring remnants from souls broth,
Dancers of death grim them all,
Constantly screaming within the brain scarred,
Open wounds losing lustre of life,
Bestowing upon mental strains fall,

One man, witnessing too many terrors now charred,
Screams tearing through reapers’ knife!
Ghostly figures of deathly crimes,
Chaos reigning and conquering all that is blessed,
Deafening roars from hideous thunder,
Clotted blood from ancient times,
Ashes firing and igniting crumbling and confessed,
Broken bones and filled hearts torn asunder,
Gathering within silent pools,
Melting mind simmering within juices of pain,
Slippery grime covered hands clenching hard,
Eerie whistling echoing ghouls,
Sinning multiplicity personalities again!
Nightmares dragging mental anguish shards.

Β© Rory Matier 2012


25 thoughts on “Darkest Sin

        1. I don’t understand Beckie, not once have l actually received it, l am really baffled by why it is isn’t appearing anywhere. I have gone through my emails inside and out, through the spam folders and it just isn’t turning up. And yet when we just email each other those appear. if you have a copy, are you able to simply paste the whole document into an email, no attachment and just see if it turns up that way?

          I am at a loss on this, as l don’t understand why it is not appearing.


  1. Interesting time frame for the nightmares. I could “armchair psychologist” dream symbol analyze this but I’ll spare you. πŸ˜‰
    You captured the creepiness in that poem totally. Yikes!

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