poem

It’s All In Your Head

You walk through the darkness, deep into the night
The chilling breath of night breeze is ever drawing nigh
You look ‘round and ‘round for a sign to pinpoint a fault
That let you blame, for the rising fear burning up your chest
The ghosts, the wraiths, the monsters, whatever you can name
No naked eyes can see them, even though you can feel them
So you brush off their existence without a care, because you know
It’s all just in your head

The door opens, embracing you into your own shelter
Home sweet home, you shut the darkness away without a care
Light comes on, there is blood crawling down from your four corners
And that’s okay, because they can’t be real. They cannot be real.
You enter the shower, brush your teeth, all that usual routine
In the crimson leak of a thousand souls urging to be seen
Nevermind the voice in the background, screaming “What have you done!?”
You know it’s just inside your head

By all means deal with it using your cold, calm and cool
Put on a mask of frost that freeze all intruders coming through
A howling wind chases you down as if you are the culprit
Well what have you done exactly? You are innocent
Blame it all on the evil that lurks late at night
The ghosts, the wraiths, the monsters, whatever you want to call them
For this is no mortal’s doing, all those senses of foreboding
All that came from your head

In the centre of your four corners, you enjoy the blanket of the night
Let the illusionary blood run, they’ll disappear in some sudden
Yet something feels amiss, it’s too empty to be right
Didn’t you have a family, a lover and angelic children?
They are better off being real angels, above this haunted world
For you have to suffer through the monsters of the night
In your sleep, in your dreams, your waking hours, your rest
That which all came from your head

You feel watched. The blood running on the walls, coming to life
These runny souls look into you through their crimson filters
You are not alone. They come for you. They demand answers
To the question that echoes in the night breeze outside your door
The monsters did it, you screamed, leave me alone at once
It’s no man’s doing, but how can imaginary monsters kill so much?
These vengeful souls are just looking for someone to blame
They are all inside their heads

The blood has reached the floor, seeping towards you
Your own four corners are now turning against you
Just how far can your go to maintain the illusions
Before they crumble at the face of reality and truth?
You look at your abode that is no longer yours
What’s real and what’s not has blurred into irrelevance
You have sinned like the rest, there’s no denying it
Even though you know it’s all in your head

Result of my first NaNoWriMo 2016 word war, with a Halloween theme.

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