Cries Of Terror

Within the walls of his mind,
reflections became senseless,
a vile terror invaded it,
ebbing his tranquility,
diminishing the remnants of his own self.
Cries and shrieks of pain would be heard in the room,
no one else to hear them
but he himself in his doom.
Tears of fears were welcome in his eyes,
and an acute shivering possessed his frame,
no one else was there, just his demons and himself,
being prey of his own decadent evilness,
that at last unarmed him,
leaving him on the brink of mental void.
Shrills of absolute terror invading it all,
and a whole bunch of demons knocking on his door,
while the power of action and reflection abandoned him,
only ill-meant memories would hunt him,
flying and hovering like vultures on decomposed flesh,
just as decomposed as his soul might get.
Gruffed voices on his ears,
shrills in his mind and cries of pain becoming vile,
and a macabre feeling of something unseen he could sense,
growing with the fury of a tempest,
his heart pounding, his mind seeking comprehension,
yet no rational answer would assist him anymore.
Cries and shrieks of pain, could be heard in the room,
his muffled cry outburst boisterously in his doom,
a grip on his wrist, his back being whipped,
and torrents of tears invading his eyes,
there was no more for his sickened dead life,
which has finally been overthrown,
by his old demons of yore...

RQ
Moscow
11/6/10