in the spirit of halloween, i am going to sperately post three different poems, in the hopes that it will chill your spine and inspire you to howl in the night.

heres the first one:

"With madness in mind"

The crimson light is shining clear.
I wept and shed those fiery tears.
The madness and confusion.
Illusions of depression and fear.
The night was calm and the job was done.
The last light and breath is gone.
Whats done is done.

I left with quickness, in the thickness of night.
Black curtains concealed, what was left to be revealed.
I sat in my hotel room staring into the mirror.
Into the darkness of my own eyes.
Until I fainted and my sight disappeared.
Rabbits with top hats and monkeys with bats filled my dreams.
Talking spoons, big baboons and sausage that screams.
Werewolves, vampires, ghosts and demons.
Homicidal clowns and elves.
Evil remnants from the depths of hell.
Whips and chains and all that remains is:
An evil and compelling story.
Bound with bitter glory.

This tale must end the way it began.
In the mind of a mad and tragic man.
His childhood was normal and had little strife.
His parents were Christians and taught him wrong from and right.
No one know why it happened, it just happened that night.
Step by step, he crept into his parents bedroom.
The floor soon turned crimson black.
In the pool he saw himself and the moon.
He stayed there the whole night and watched the sunrise red.
He buried the knife and went back to bed.
When he woke he called 911 and cried: my parents are dead.
The operator was alarmed and surprised.
Thirty minutes later the police arrived and they put them in bags.

He was sent to his uncle, he was crazy and had frizzy hair.
He danced with a rooster to Simon and garfunkel.
He locked the boy beneath the upper hallway stairs.
The boy screamed in rage and four years later he changed.
For in that cage lines blurred and thoughts stirred.
He escaped both his cage and reality.
He found revenge for being born.
He tortured his uncle for hours.
Then stabbed him as he stumbled and staggered down the stairs.
Black waterfalls dripped below, keenly aware he stared in a trance.
He danced in the moonlight and was rarely seen since.

Eventually he was caught twenty years and a hundred deaths later.
They found his underground torture chamber.
The remnants of the long gone past.
People gasped as they read the stories.
The details, blood, gory entrails and guts.
How the detectives were puts and couldn’t find him.
Except for one that did, a brilliant minded prodigy.
The only one that faced him and lived.
The killer spent fifty years in the hollow creak psychiatric facility.
Fifty years of chilling stories as they studied his brain.
After that he died and with it the evil and pain.

next one will be in a different post titled: gothic nightmares.

Creepy....should be made into a small flick.