Whole
By WittleAna
My hands are stained
I don’t know what’s happening.
The silk of my clothes are a brilliant red
This
message keeps beating through my head.
Who am I?
What’s happening to me?
Why is evil the only thing I can see?
All these horrific images floating inside
Do
they mean anything?
I’m on the verge of sanity
Ready to hurt and cause pain.
I see the monsters in front of me.
So many questions, so little answers.
There’s another half of myself
That
I try to push away
But it comes and calls me
To the darkness, to the dark side.
And I want to run
But I can’t breathe
My lace collar is choking me
Like fingers wrapped around my neck
I open my mind and when
I look in the mirror
I see the horrific monster staring back and me.
Dark and shadowy.
The red eyes gleam at me
I stare back and my soul opens
To
the shadow, to the evil, to the darkness.
My soul opens up
And I
am one.
Name: WittleAna
I look in the mirror
And
see myself there.
Covered in filth and muck
And
thinking about what I’ve done.
I want to turn away
And
pretend it isn’t true
I don’t want to be this monster
But there’s nothing I can do.
My hand meets the mirror.
I see myself one last time
Before glass falls everywhere
A rain storm at it’s worst.
My hands are numb.
My lips are moving
Silently screaming
Silently pleading.
I’m want to stop
I want to be normal
I want the evil to leave me
But it’s not moving.
The evil smiles at me
Invites me to come with it
On
it’s maddened quest
For darkness.
I, Sabin, agree.
© Sabin
Always there
By WittleAna
A reflection through
Sabin's eyes on him and his parents
You
held my hand
Stopped it from shaking.
You made my vision
A little brighter.
Because inside my heart
I was always scared
But
never when you
Held me close.
My heart became warm
And
all the evil left my soul
And all the good rushed in
You were my family, my kin.
And now I’m not scared any more
I can face the dark and ask
Is
this all you got?
Do you think this can stop me?
And even when I went bad
When my eyes turned red
You would still grip my hand
Until you had to let go.
Mom, Dad, I wish I could pay you
But if I did, it would never be in full.
Because you gave me all you could possibly give me.
You gave me your love from your heart and soul.