Night Whispers

He’s in my room again…that damn demon. Sitting on the trunk at the foot of my bed just staring at me night after night. I don’t know what he wants I just wish he would go away.

Michael is here with me tonight. I was hoping with him here maybe that little bastard wouldn’t show up but I was wrong. Mom has been worried about me saying I look like I’m not sleeping but I can’t tell her about it. Would she even believe me? I’m just a kid and she’d probably say it was a nightmare so what am I supposed to do? Michael was the only one I told…he’s my best friend and I knew he’d be the only one who believed me. But he is asleep…he can pretty much sleep through anything so it’s just me. And him.

Just laying here trying to ignore him is so hard…but wait. What? Now I’m hearing something. Do I even dare to look? Raising my head a little I see nothing on the trunk now. Glancing around the room slowly I felt ok like finally he’s gone…Michael was still snoring away. That’s when I felt the hand on my shoulder…a gravelly voice in my ear whispering “Just do it Jordan…kill him…do it!”

And the whole world went dark.

** dedicated to Jordan & Michael of JCARTS ARTS

THE QUEEN OF HELL

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Addiction

there’s a skinny girl in here
trapped
deep down inside me
I know she’s there
I’ve seen her before
but it’s been ages
I don’t let her out
much
it’s been years
since she’s seen the sun
occasionally
she gets a peek out the window
a small glimpse
of the outside world
how wonderful it is
but they don’t like her
those voices
those delicious, wonderful voices
chocolate hates her
ice cream won’t even acknowledge her
pizza says there is no way
she loves me more than it does
so she stays hidden
the locks on her cell shut tight
quietly waiting for her release
she’ll talk to me occasionally
whispering
sometimes she cries
but I can’t hear her right now
the fried chicken is calling

The Queen of Hell

 

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Masterpiece

I sit here quietly contemplating
barely breathing
my fevered brain
trying to decide
which road to travel
the age-old battle rages on
deep inside me
like a demon waiting
screaming to break free
whispering
her secret machinations
there is no silence there
I long to break the chains
loose her on the world
but such catastrophic consequences
horrifying atrocities
would surely mean my end
and not every person here
is as evil as she says…
or are they?
could she possibly
be telling the truth?
do they all secretly wish
that I would die?
are they all plotting
to kill me?
I have seen Him
the one you call Death
that lovely sweet fragrance
of nightshade
permeating the air
a regular visitor
to this place of nightmares
He has no want of me
not yet
the world is still waiting
for my bloody masterpiece

The Queen of Hell

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Labyrinth

I feel like I’m lost in a dream
no, a nightmare
someone out there is watching
but I can’t see them
it’s just a shadowy figure
in a darkened corner
and I can’t find my way out of this maze
the voices are sobbing uncontrollably
I can hear them clearly
but the sounds are empty and hollow
there is no one here
I see a dark and viscous crimson liquid
pooling at my feet
slowly dripping from my hands
the deep wounds at my wrists
now I understand
realization hits me hard
like a sledgehammer against my skull
this is my personal Hell
and I can see Him now
the Reaper is waiting
patient and smiling

He is calling to me from the shadows
Scythe humming sweetly by his side
but they won’t let me go yet
my demons are so much stronger
I cannot shut them out
it’s creating a thick fog
clouding my fevered mind
and I’ve become blind
I have no recourse
but to stumble through this labyrinth
hands now groping for my feet
clawing away the flesh
until it feels as if I’m walking on glass
bones shattering underneath me
I cannot even cry
He seems so much closer now
I see His skeletal hand reaching out
He wants me
if I could only get to Him
I would be free of their torment
but they will not allow it ever
this is my eternity of unending torture
but if I could somehow reach Him
if there is just the slightest possibility
at least I have a goal
something to work towards
surely He wouldn’t be there
if it wasn’t possible

THE QUEEN OF HELL

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The Spot

She couldn’t stop looking at that spot on the wall. Every time she thought about it she’d stare at it for several minutes before glancing away. And it always seemed bigger.
When she first saw it across the room she thought it was nothing but a big bug. Walking over to smash its brains in she saw it was just a smudge, like a smear of dark charcoal in the corner of her bedroom. She lightly touched it, felt nothing odd so she ran her finger across it but nothing came off. She shook her head and walked into the kitchen, pulled a rag out of a drawer & some cleaner, tried to wash it off but it wouldn’t disappear. She frowned, her forehead crinkling as she walked away, trying not to think about it.
Waking up the next morning she noticed it had grown more…it was now about the size of a baseball and the center was slightly darker. Looking deep into it she almost felt as if she could reach right inside…like something out of a cartoon. But this was real life. Shit like that didn’t just happen. Still, she was afraid to touch it again. She tried a few times but always stopped before her finger met the wall.
Day after day the spot grew bigger…not by much but enough to be noticeable. After a couple of weeks it was almost bigger than a basketball, and occasionally she felt as if she heard noises coming from inside it.
She couldn’t even bring herself be in the bedroom anymore…she had no close friends or family in the area to stay with so she’d begun sleeping on the couch just to be away from it. Anything she needed out of that room she kept in the living room so she didn’t have to go in the room much at all. But she’d look at it, stare at it as she passed the open doorway. And she was terrified.
Later that night she’d come home from work and as she was walking to the bathroom she heard the voices again.
It was very deep, started low but as she listened it grew much louder. She was petrified but looked towards the bedroom wall and saw the spot was as big as a car tire. The middle was a swirling grey mass and she felt pulled towards it. Before she knew what was happening she was directly in front of it and as she stared into the center a face appeared! She screamed & lost all conciousness as the hands reached out to pull her into the void.

The Queen of Hell

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Insomnia

I can’t sleep anymore
every time I try I feel them near me
that slight bump on the bed
whispers in the dark
why do they always wait til now?
I work all day
and get so tired
I just need to go to bed
but they won’t let me
I’ve resorted to lunchtime napping
in my car at the office
otherwise I’d go insane
they don’t seem to reach me there
and no amount of coffee helps
last night was the worst
I could feel their hands all over me
long nails scratching
pulling and tugging
kicking and screaming
crying does no good
I’ve booked a hotel tonight
just to get some rest
the room is so quiet
drifting off to peaceful slumber
sudden explosions in my head
jolt me out of my dream
laughing close to my ear
sends chilled tremors up my spine
they’ve found me again
jumping up & down on the bed
malevolent assholes
I can’t go on
they will never give me peace

The Queen of Hell

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