H is for Hell
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H is for Hell is another thought-provoking collection of dark poetry by Lance Barnwell, author of Dereliction. Sometimes unnerving, often creepy, but always horrific.
Psst... Death; it creeps, yeah? And it creeps
For what is owed is overdue
A floorboard creaks, it never sleeps
And now it’s here... it’s come for you...
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H is for Hell - Lance Barnwell
‘Twent so quickly, my insipid sanity
Packed up and left with my vacuous vanity
But I’m sure I’m fine, I have to say
And who needs that baggage anyway?
I know I’m quiet, as I sit here staring
Though not talking my thoughts I’m sharing
But you seem unsure, like I’m a perilous poser
If you want some answers come one step closer
You look perturbed every time I giggle
So I admonish you with a finger wiggle
You can’t see the joke, see what’s funny
And if you’re not laughing you should be walking, sonny
You can stay or go, or run a mile
If you’re afraid of my smarmy smile
Who’s the enigma with no sense of humour
Is it you or me, or another pneuma?
So where did it go, my insipid sanity?
It left me behind and took my vacuous vanity
But if time exists, it’s now that I should begin
To ignore the outer and look within
I gnash my teeth with every single niggle
As the creepy-crawlies make me wriggle
So be on your way, start running, sonny
‘Cos there’s nothing here remotely funny
‘Twent so quickly and now it’s hard to think
Packed up and left; left me on the brink
And where you are is where I stood
Before it went and went for good
All my darkest demons stand here staring
Though not speaking dire thoughts they’re sharing
And what was once clear, I now can’t find
In the tortuous turmoil of my mind
I’m in the grasp of their invisible arms
As they acquaint me with their uncharitable charms
How they can drain my will is quite uncanny
As the creepy-crawlies find every nook and cranny
In my twilight hours, in all the seasons
They’re always here, my darkest demons
In their mind-vice grip I start to choke
And now it’s me who can’t see the joke
I know I’m quiet as I sit here staring
But I’ve naught to say or thoughts worth sharing
Beneath my sweat and mucus the spiders wriggle
As the creepers crawl I have to giggle
I can feel them feeding as they slowly slink
In the mushy matter where I used to think
They ravenously ransack inside my skull
Till they drain me dry and they’re leech-like full
There’re spiders, millipedes and fire ants
With screaming banshees and their wailing rants
And my desolate eyes are only focused
On the beating wings of a swarm of locust
All my darkest demons are here for sharing
And might you be next to sit here staring?
You could’ve run and run, up to a mile
But you chose to stay for just a little while
In the festering wounds of our internal lesions
Is the pernicious presence of our darkest demons
How their infection spreads is quite uncanny
As the creepy-crawlies find every nook and cranny
Let us giggle through our corrupted lips
But the jokes aren’t funny, nor are the quips
And how they irk with their relentless prodding
Till we grind our teeth and our heads are nodding
We quiver and shake with insanity’s incessant chill
As we take and swallow each bitter pill
But they’re still here and giving reasons
Why they’ll never leave us, our darkest demons
‘Twent so quickly, our insipid sanity
Packed up and left with our vacuous vanity
And I know we’re quiet as we sit here staring
But the creepy-crawlies are never sparing.
The Fever
I screamed from the dream of the wolves in the wood
They were snapping and snarling and wanting my blood
Come the light of the morn I’ll depart with the cleaver
And escape from this