# Needles

Author: techfistWolfguy
Tags: Dark, Fear, Metaphor, Poetry, personification

#9 of Poetry

A darker piece to help personify this shapeless emotion that lingers in my thoughts

Cold  
Touch  
Sting

Stab  
Burn   
Flush  
  
Push  
Tear  
Remember  
  
The days  
The lies  
The outward cries  
  
Screams  
Unheard   
A flightless bird  
  
Caged  
Enraged  
Without escape  
  
Fearing  
Sneering

Jeering

 

Running  
Hiding

To no avail  
  
Left   
Right   
In the dead of night  
  
It follows  
Through the hollows  
Of this maze

A familiar face  
An endless race  
To the end of the parallel   
  
Death and Life  
Black and White  
And the line between   
  
Run run run away  
For he smells   
The death and decay  
  
A rotting mind  
A soul too kind   
Gripped by failure

Snared by its alure  
A disease with no cure  
Beyond the end it shall bring

To the crown-less King;  
There is no escape   
From that which you cannot see  
  
For darkness is it's shroud  
And fear is it's key,  
Controlling you   
  
From a place   
You soon shall be  
Forever destined   
  
To be it's prey;   
Splattered blood  
The purest grey  
  
And now  
The time is nigh  
Screams rise to the sky

Lifeless eyes  
Jaws unhinged   
And teeth like needles

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/Jew3aj9e
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