The Monster Deep – Dark/Gothic/Horror Poetry

A thousand tendrils twisting
deep, deep inside me.
Rising through my chest cavity
so I believe I’ve lost all sanity.
Aching, wanting to weep
over this instinct so deep.
Avoiding numbness to the lies
by trusting my mind’s eye.
Deep, deep inside me,
the bellowing monster, calling, calling.

A thousand teeth chattering
deep, deep inside me.
Fluent in blasphemy, self-decay,
a master at sending my bravery away.
Hopeless, wanting to soar
rather than dive into the ocean floor.
How dare I try to flee from drowning
when the monster within is also surrounding.
Deep, deep inside me,
the endless monster, hunting, hunting.

A thousand whispers dancing
deep, deep inside me.
Tearing my logic apart from me.
Hoping I’ll believe its reality.
Listening, but wanting to dream
just to recall my dreams losing meaning.
Hope waltzes with the whispers,
destiny becomes a fleeting shiver.
Deep, deep inside me.
The prancing monster, eating, eating.

Deep, deep inside me.
I must believe I’m killing it slowly.

Thank you for listening.

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