My Darkest Sins

Years ago, l was asked to pen a macabre tale with a twisted difference  …. l created this. Considering we are in the month of Halloween, l thought why not – let’s bring it out. Only a few readers originally could understand it … so l pulled it out of the collection to rework it and it sat there for several years.

I was only awarded a few Prompt Words by the ‘Writing Club’ : Macabre, Sin, Darkest, Split Personality,

In the end l created  the poem below.It comprises three small poems blended together.

My Darkest Sins

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 realisation,

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 soul’s 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!

© Rory Matier 2011

Poem 1

Awakened swathed in sweat,
Nightmare worst of yet,
Darkness creeping within,
Warning me of my deepest sin,
Screeching from deep inside
Horrors that never hide,
Dancers of death grim them all,
Bestowing upon mental strains fall,
Ghostly figures of deathly crimes,
Clotted blood from ancient times,
Gathering within silent pools
Eerie whistling echoing ghouls,

Poems 2 & 3

We three share the same dreams of horrible creation,
Colliding together nightly in sudden realisation,
One body, mind and soul, yet three ways,
All but one during awakened hours of day,
But come nightfall, each beckoning spirits from afore
Filling devilish mentally strained agony
Constantly screaming within the brain scarred,
One man, witnessing too many terrors now charred,
Chaos reigning and conquering all that is blessed,
Ashes firing and igniting crumbling and confessed,
Melting mind simmering within juices of pain,
Sinning multiplicity personalities again!

Madness screaming with primal lust,
Demanding terrible cravings a must,
Staggering from a crazed waltzing hell,
Frightening chimes from deserted church bells,
Scarily clad wickedness in torn cloth,
Witches stirring remnants from souls broth,
Open wounds losing lustre of life,
Screams tearing through reapers’ knife!
Deafening roars from hideous thunder,
Broken bones and filled hearts torn asunder,
Slippery grime covered hands clenching hard,
Nightmares dragging mental anguish shards!

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