by Artemis Moon
Ghostly eyes watch us burn.
They use beauty and silence to disguise themselves.
We do not normally see the evil lurking in the crowds,
never see the devil's spies.
But I see them.
I can see their sunken, pale faces
And their mouths open in an eternal scream.
And their eyes.
Their fearless black eyes,
Full of want, and lust.
And violence.
No one believes me,
Which is why I am here in this large white room,
Telling you about the evil that watches us die.
Do you believe me?
They use beauty and silence to disguise themselves.
We do not normally see the evil lurking in the crowds,
never see the devil's spies.
But I see them.
I can see their sunken, pale faces
And their mouths open in an eternal scream.
And their eyes.
Their fearless black eyes,
Full of want, and lust.
And violence.
No one believes me,
Which is why I am here in this large white room,
Telling you about the evil that watches us die.
Do you believe me?
hey artemis here!
ReplyDeletethis poem is about seeing the ghosts that haunt us, and no one believing you, and now you are in a mental facility.
Do you belive in ghosts?
Paranorman- August 17th
i think ghosts can be the physical kind like you see in the movies. they can also be the evil that we see in other people. however, a lot of times ghosts are the inner thoughts that haunt us. insecurities, self-hatred, envy, fears about the future, which is why other people cant see them. i think thats what you hit on. great poem.
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