Prickling Pulsing Fingers of Death

Into fear personified
Where that of nightmares hide

 

Turn and flee from flickering light
Turn and flee into heavy night

 

Stalking ever closer still
Find your scream caught in shrill

 

Footsteps loom at prickling back
Turning fear to a different tack

 

Pangs of torture cripple inside
Cringing in search of a place to hide

 

Born of shadows, inky figures rise
To feast on tears, a soul to prize

 

Hatchets raised to honor the slaughter

A wide arc swings to fool the fodder

 

Terrified you flea in panic

Stricken by guilt, imagining havoc

 

Awful horrors fill the shadows in kind

Running from the sanity your leaving behind

 

Sinking from the corners closest to you

Chink.. Chink.. Chink... what can you do

 

Chink... Chink... Chink... 

A scream caught in the back of your throat

 

Chink... Chink... Chink...

You begin to feel the terror lost in a mote

 

Shik... Shik... Shik...

A dragging and rattling of heavy chains

 

Shik... Shik... Shik...

You feel ice raising through prickling veins

 

Successive contractions of the heart throb in your ears

A sent of sulphur wafting slowly through your fears

 

Breathing heavily you try in vain to run

Oh but the shadows are having so much fun

 

Icy cold mists of brittle blusterous breath

You feel the prickling pulsing fingers of death

 

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

The Ancient Aztecs believed that Death was company and a presence to be felt. It is virtually impossible to read this writing without making an allusion to that which dwells beneath. To that which strikes fear, to that which holds you back and stops you in your tracks. Reducing you to the most primal of instincts fear of self. One may wonder why to fear your - self?

Well read this writing you may get a glimpse.

Thankyou

[realmwriter]

You are most welcome. I am pleased to see that you noticed of what I writing. Not actually something that is there, instead something conjured in the mind. Fear of self. That's awesome. Thank you so very much. I appreciate it.

[Lyn Anderson]

Nice rhythm to this piece, well laid out. One minor thing, did you mean were or where on the second line?

[realmwriter]

I meant where. Thank you for catching that. I fixed it. Thank you very much for the review. Did it feel scary? Cause I'm not really sure.

[Lyn Anderson]

The middle part is the build, for sure.

[realmwriter]

Okay cool.