Happy Halloween everybody! I wrote this poem like a year ago but never took the time to do anything with it.
Hope everyone enjoys their Halloween and gets tons of candy.
Onyx And Crimson
Drip, drip, drip…
Imagine a room with bleached white walls,
Fluorescent lights bearing down on you.
The window is open,
The curtains blowing in time with the wind,
And the sounds of everyday life reach your ears.
The smell of antiseptic mixed with cleaning products,
A clear reminder of where you are.
Drip, drip, drip…
The steady drip of the IV echoes through the silent room.
You turn your head as the door opens.
A white coat comes into your view.
You are so sick of white,
Its purity has become tainted.
It brings nothing but more sorrow.
Yet, it isn't the real reason for your sorrow.
Drip, drip, drip…
You watch the doctor come closer.
He is smiling, unaware of the weight on your heart,
The true reason for your sadness.
You smile back, knowing,
Knowing that it isn't real.
Change of Scenery
Your eyes clear, the vision disappears,
You awaken to your true condition.
The fluorescent bulbs still hang overhead,
But the walls have been replaced with stone.
There is no window, no daylight, no hope.
The room is filled with the smell of blood,
Death lingers in the shadow.
Drip, drip, drip…
The pain is intense,
But there is no smiling doctor to comfort you.
You are strapped to a table.
Unable to move you await your fate.
The table next to you contains a number of instruments,
All telling of what that fate will be.
Bathed in crimson, the tools gleam in the light,
Both deadly and beautiful.
Drip, drip, drip…
A shadow moves towards the light.
You see silver hair pulled back,
And wire-rimmed glasses sheltering onyx eyes.
He moves to the table, carefully picking an instrument from the assortment.
Tears fill your eyes, your fear overwhelming you.
"Now, now. No need to cry," he assures you.
"It will all be over soon."
Drip, drip, drip…
The knife descends,
And the screaming begins.