You'll Never Know

The things I've seen

you'll never know

The places I've been

you daren't go

This world is broken

and without warning

You'll sink into night

waiting for morning

On cold nights like this

I sit and wait

For them to find me

and clench my fate

I see shadows

and know they lurk

Dead faces in capes

smile and smirk

Sharp teeth glimmer

and cold fists clench

Black mouths open

and release their stench

They hold you tight

and drag you outside

Although you fight

Their mouths gape wide

The screeching begins

and hollows you out

This is the end

there is no doubt

They pull the life out

from everywhere inside

Nothing is safe

All hope is denied

When they leave you

you're just a shell

You've become a ghost

just this side of Hell

You'll laugh at dawn

You'll screech at noon

You'll cry at nightfall

and howl at the moon

The things I've seen

you'll never know

The places I've been

you daren't go

I've been broken

like those before me

and nothing will ever -

can ever restore me

.....

I intended to sit down and write a happy poem tonight but unfortunately this is what came out. It probably has something to do with the sub-zero temperatures in my room (not literally), the recent passing of Halloween and and the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It's been years since I read a Harry Potter book but I remember being very creeped out by the Dementors. I guess on nights like this I can be VERY grateful Dementors don't exist and I will never know what it is like to experience the "Dementor's kiss." The human imagination can sure conjure up some pretty awful things!