Mass Of Confusion

[iblieve]

Flesh drips like molten wax
onto a dark hardwood floor
pooling in a bloody mass
of confusion
rippling from the screams
forced from the chasm showing bone
once covered by lips now gone.
The heat white hot all consuming
melts tissue into liquid goo,
the hair flames like a black wick
igniting the remaining dead flesh.

I crumbled to the floor.

Waking up terrified.
Sweat running in rivulet
down my face and body.
Another nightmare,
I survived again.
Every night the same old fear.
Every night the same old dream.
Just like my life
a mass of confusion
heading toward death.

February 8, 2004 by iblieve

[Dandylion]

No more spicy food for you before you go to bed! Damn...what a dream...icky icky icky! I do love this darkness, I love the dark and you know it;) I could eat this stuff up all day. I hope you have better dreams my love...they always mean something and you know how I am about signs:)~Dandy

[iblieve]

Thanks baby, yea, no more spices before bed. Still my muse takes inspiration anyway he can get it, even in dreams.

Thanks deanseven, glad you liked the darkness. iblieve

[poisndthotz]

have to admit I had to reread it! Your fashion in writing is put together in words I don't even know the meanings of! But- of course if I knew the meaning the poem would not have been so great. And then of course Mass of Confusion wouldn't be such an ironic title.
The images u painted in these lines:
"The heat white hot all consuming
melts tissue into liquid goo,
the hair flames like a black wick
igniting the remaining dead flesh."

This gave me chills!!
:alien:

[TorturedJester]

wow, a very gripping and chilling story is right. This poem gave me goosebumps bro. Good job. peace. zack

[TearyEied]

geez, goosbumps indeed.

Flesh drips like molten wax onto a dark hardwood floor
pooling in a bloody mass
of confusion

wow.

Teary

[penpainter]

Didn't i see you a Dreaming Annonymous last night, pounding down the coffees with Stephen King? LMAO

Good write! :)

[Moonshine]

IT's a good things I don't eat a lot of spicey foods... otherwise icky dreams would be far more rampant. This is great, visually, I think I might have turned a horrid shade of green. :look:

Another nightmare,
I survived again.
Every night the same old fear.
Every night the same old dream.

For me, these lines have a real personal meaning that you managed to touch upon once again, albeit unknowingly. I do love your style, "C" :D

Blessings,
Moon x

[Dandylion]

would sleeping pills help? I just re-read this and thought...geesh! Excellent poem but baby...these are bad dreams. I love ya anyways:)~Dandy

[iblieve]

Thank my friends, I have been away but all the great comments made my day. Love you all iblieve