Krypt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
I'll admit, this poem is pretty dark. I felt like I would write one like this eventually based on previous situations. It's what came to my heart when I needed something to hold on to, and this was it. Comments are appreciated! ^_^

Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Krypt

One, two, three.

The triggers about to me pulled to my head,

The names Krypt, a demon that lives inside of my head.

Stress and anxiety are what he is usually fed,

And if u don't cooperate he'll sit at the side of your bed.

I never thought I'd be the one that'd go through sorrow,

But Mr. Krypt won't tell me if I'll be here tomorrow.

So I sit home alone, and pick up the phone,

And ask myself is this what it's like to feel your bones.

I scream and shout but Mr. Krypt won't let me fight this,

And I ask him why does love have to be like a virus?

And he's like a friend, whose thoughts never end,

And always reminds me this isnt pretend.

And as I sob and I moan, the feelings still drone.

But if this hell, at least I'm not alone.

And as much as I hate him, my love still remains,

For he's the only one that really knows the pain.

It's time to rebel, it's time to release.

But oh Mr. Krypt, he won't let it cease.

He gets in my mind, piece and piece at a time,

And rips out the joy I now leave behind.

And as I write all of this,to the one that I love,

I'm sorry, I hurt you, I must go above.

The pistol point blank, and Krypt tries to shout.

But it's over, the demon is finally out.

 


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