A Morbid Fascination

Greetings from the dark side, no need to grab your coat or wrap up warm.
Try to stay calm!..
It’s A MORBID FASCINATION that arouses our minds, ravishing our senses, provoking intrigue and irresistable appeal…
Until remorse hits, the guilt of wanting to know more, the desire to know more no matter how gruesome or devastating.
Every last blood curdling, spine chilling detail, battling with the morals we live by and our understanding for peace and humanity.

SILENCE…………

We can feast on this fascination no more. We must contain our lust and curb our appetites.
Until the next time of course!….

Behind The Mask

This mask I wear isn’t to protect my own skin.

Precariously balanced above my once smile, now grim.

Lips sewn shut tight, eyes so alive vibrant with fright.

This mask I wear rids me of pride, confidence lost spirit has died.

Yet this mask is my saviour, for no other reason but…

It shields others from the truth, I so cleverly cover up.

Acquiescence

 

He sits alone, a lost soul, long since detached from society.
Welcoming the darkness to hide in its shadows.
Clinging to the fringes of sanity.
Destroyed by endless pressures,  he watches and waits as the walls edge closer.
Slowly at first, increasing rapidly with each shallow gasp for air.
Feeble arms outstretched attempting to resist the now inevitable blow.
Relentless submission apparent once more.