Within

Reduce silence, demands the moment
When he kneels at her presence,
Clutching his heart, trying to suppress
The spew of his emotions,
Feeling the chill of her gaze upon him,
And the heat of her breath, swallowing him,
She then started climbing down
From her pedestal, her steps
Echoing, through his armor, pervading
His self bounded steel,
Yet all she has to do, is haunt his wound,
Placing her hand,
Upon his quivering shoulder,
Then reaching in, for what he tries
To shield, from her invasion
Upon his shattered crest,
Every time she grabs hold, his breathing
Halts, as if he had forgotten how to,
Iced over and left for the stalking truth,
He is deathly afraid
Of the world.

©DorianPoe 2016

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A Fly on the Wall

Riddles infest my burdened, insomniatic mind
Watching, the fly upon my wall, how bored
It must be, peering down at a dented bed,
Then wondering, why not find a more appealing scene,
Am I that entertaining, swimming in misery
Of the mocking tick coming from my bedside clock,
There goes another hour, debating the shit eater,
And just like previous night’s, I’m consumed
By the deep labyrinths that I, trapped myself in,
Until, there came a knock upon my door,
Not the front, but my chamber door,
Despite its haunting peculiarality, I opened it
Finding only an empty hallway, dark and cold,
Silence echoes through, this eerie vacant hall
With my heavy breath fogging my surroundings,
Chilled whispers reach out for me from behind,
I back in, to my chamber seeking for what has crept
Through my gates, and into my unrest,
I feel my entire body, tense up from a horrid chill
Pulsing me up against the far wall,
And then, it appeared to me, in the mist of my breath,
My floating demon, keeping me from dreamscape,
Jumped, into my chaos within, amplifying it,
Until I imploded, forever asleep.

What is normal to the fly,
Is chaos for the spider.

©DorianPoe 2015