Posts Tagged ‘Fear’

The waves are the embodiment of mystery,
An oblivion of crushing weight and shadow,
More unknown than the dark side of the moon,
Though its wane and wax has a rhythmic aria to it,
The abyss has a song all its own,
A dread tune,
Like tentacles licking at your eardrums,
Distorted static of whalesong,
The crunch of crabshell underfoot,
Its lyrics manifest as thalassophobia,
A warning in the mind,
Sharks teeth and squid beaks upon your nape,
Salt and brine on your tongue,
The knowledge that man is not welcome.

As they say,
The face is a masquerade mask,
And the eyes are windows to the soul,
But windows can be boarded up and blockaded,
And a masks purpose is to deceive,

You never know the intentions within,
The bad aura that permeates its design,
The gentlest smile can hold the most umbrage,
A held stare can be pure amorous obfuscation,
Cordial words can hide poison within,

The back of your skull often suspects something,
A defence mechanism for your peace of mind,
That sixth sense hints at hidden danger,
You’ll wish you had heeded the warnings,
That imperceptible lightning of negativity in the air,

The bad vibes,
Rancor hovering about an angel.

There are those whose eyes are fixed skyward,
Tinfoil uniforms and men of learning both,
Seeing circular conspiracies among distant roman gods,
Metal anomalies in the atmosphere,
Strange lights peeking from behind lady lunar,

They see patterns and smoke in the cosmos,
Little green men dance upon their chests,
Authorities choking them in their sleep,
Are they mad to breathe such perceptions?
Do the stars perceive us in turn?

Whether it is paranoia or prudence,
I cannot decide,
But as the saying goes,
When you peer over long into the void,
It might just be peering back.

On this night of nights,
Something releases a scream amongst screams,
Did you hear it?
That horror of the night,
That shriek of a feminine guise,
That ear splitting cry,
It came from that thing,
That spectral visage over yonder,
With it the eve grows foreboding,

A woman perhaps,
Beautiful yet horrific,
A monster perhaps,
Enticing yet bloodcurdling,
This season attracts such apparitions,
It comes with the territory,
Spectres abound after all,
So I must ask again,
Did you hear it?

As I rise from my crypt,
I feel as if some presence rises with me,
An ethereal force,
Like my dreams have pierced forth from my mind,
Transmogrifying before my sleepy eyes,

Butterflies in every shade,
Once greyscale,
Then shifting to each and every colour in turn,
Phantasms in flight,
Fluttering around the room in lyrical patterns,

The projections grow more maddening,
Hypnotising my cortices,
Spelling out words that seem gibberish,
Images of make-believe realms,
Visual patterns put my brain through a blender,

Was any of this real?
Horror and euphoria and mystique brewed together,
Who knows?
But only the sunrise did quell the mania,
And weld my brain back together again.

The dark has a mind of its own,
The periphery does not lie,
There’s something there,
Exerting its will unseen,
It’s like a shadow person,
It has limbs of pure contorted blackness,
It pinches at your ears and thighs,
Supping upon your rapid heart,
Tentacles against table legs and wall skirts,
Those whispers are very real,
It tries to lead you further in to the night,
Tendrils ushering you onwards,
For nefarious ends perhaps,
Or some other mischief.

The water knows,
It can taste my fear on the salty breeze,
It attacks the shore like a feral beast,
It lash’s at the shore in rancour,
Impotently contesting the land,
Taking chunks with it as prizes,
Time is on its side,
It breathes in,
Saving up for an almighty onslaught,
A tidal wave,
A titanic deluge of foul intent,
A watery mass of coral teeth and blades,
Overpowering the land with weight of fathoms,

They say that the sea is the bearer of life,
But it’s a resolute predator,
All it desires is to consume my flesh.

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a sublime day and an even nicer week! I’m doing quite well, aside from some pretty nasty sunburns. You may have seen a snippet of those burns in my poem ‘Scorcher’. Yes, it was rather painful though it is beginning to subside now. I was a bit ham-handed with the sun lotion and missed far too much, as well as forgetting to reapply it as the day went on. It’s been an exceedingly hot one here in the UK, particularly here in the south. It’s not really been concentration weather, but I have persevered to bring you lovely people my usual array of work. I hope that it has been up to a respectable standard this week.

So, its the time for the Harlequins writing music isn’t it? Well, I’ve got another good one for you lot this week. I shared the theme on my social media earlier on today. Did anybody guess it? I used a rather famous painting as the clue today.

Well the theme for todays music is the emotion of fear. Oh yes, fear. Unease, terror, anxiety. It can be fear manifesting in a multitude of ways that artists use as an ingredient in their song-writing. It could be tension of a particular kind of object or thing. Or perhaps it’s anxiety at socialising or just generally being around people. Maybe fear of the dark is an inspiration. There could simply be an arrangement in a song that instils fear in the listener, rather than representing the fear felt by the creator. It’s one of the most primal and powerful forces in the human (and animal) brain, so it stands to reason it can be not only a powerful motivator, but also a powerful inspirer. So, let’s see what I came up with this week eh? Could I scare the socks of your feet? Will I be able to raise your heartrate and make your hands clammy? I don’t know, but I’m going to show you some awesome music anyway.

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of terrifying artists the world over!

Iron Maiden – Fear Of The Dark
https://www.ironmaiden.com/

God Module – Corpses (A Zombie Love Song)
http://www.godmodule.org/

Blue October – Fear
https://www.blueoctober.com/

Blackbear – Anxiety
https://beartrap.la/

Jack Off Jill – Fear Of Dying
http://www.jessicka.com/

And there we have it folks! How about that? Did these songs scream fear to you? Did they even scare you with their lyrics? Well, it was worth a try I suppose. I would suggest checking out all of these artists regardless, they’re all deserving of love. Do it for me eh?

So, let’s get some scary social media spiel out! The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and an account over on Twitter. Follow me over there for random stuff and clues for my poems a few hours ahead of time! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Your support is always appreciated! Thank you!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

We are the dregs,
All of us,
Released by the dam of the morn,
Waters of ill repute,
Stagnant and vacuous,
Filled with larvae of future parasites,
We are the dregs,
What remains when worth is gone,
Sloshing along urban waterways,
Swirling past each other,
Watching the floors,
We are not wellsprings,
Providing no essences of life,
Only drowning,
Killing and consuming,
We are the dregs,
Remnants of an elixir of hope,
We are the tsunami,
We are scorched earth,
The azure death of all before us.

From the brush I rise,
Segmented fury,
Mandibles bared,
All instinct and hunger,
I am predatory,
Make no mistake,

I hunger,
My venom hungers,
My limbs long to rip and tear,
Rodents and avians and insects,
Asunder a hundred ways,
All are meant for these cold eyes,

You felt my approach,
Tingles up your spine,
Muted tittering in the greenery,
A hundred needles across your foot,
Was that me there?
Or am I already on your shoulder?