Depths of the Nether Mind (or that demon inside)

[madlilnerd]

Many of my friends have told me that they are sure there is this darkness inside me which I have repressed for many years, and I think they are right. Part of me wants to hurt and kill and be malicious. This poem is about that dark imagination that lies beneath the surface of this innocent girl, and how I have grown up to suppress all the evil I truely desire to show.


Broken books of inspiration
Portraits of a lonley child
Ancient tombs of incantation
And in the corner, something wild

This is the nether mind
Rolls of lost, forgotten lore
Bleak and harsh, sometimes unkind
The loss of such had left me sore

And suddenly, in the night I find
This piece has not been left behind
The dark and vicious heart of sin
Still beats in inside me, beats within

My past not saintly, hardly so
How will my future twist and form
Will this darkness ever go?
Am I this hidden, inner storm?

And in this dark and heartless bloom
Lies a child, a hidden life
A girl who grew up much to soon
A mind who grew up by the knife.