A Soft Dripping Of Blood

I sit in this room in these chains that hold me,
Staring at the walls painted with the blood of the dead,
A soft dripping of blood on the bodies on the ground,
Sights and sounds filling my heart with poison and dread.

All those I love are dying through my contaminated mind,
Their bloated decaying bodies floating though filth and grime,
An hour glass in the corner trickles slowly,
Sound taking all space as I run steadily out of time.

Temptation talks at my ear spiteful evil words,
But I cannot close down my brain,
These words run through me and past me,
Driving me to the warped line of the insane.

And I love in a world of corruption tainted by a cold winter's breeze,
But this evil turns to honey and sweetness on my tongue,
But how can you fight primordial darkness when it knows your deepest fears?
It uses my desires against me, pulling me undone.

I am reminded of what I am as the bodies float at my feet,
I am forsaken and lost in this world of pain,
As the feelings blossom through me and explode out my soul,
Such things should not be so contained.

But to let it free wreaks havoc, but the pain stays and grows,
As it reaches my walls and breaks them down I writhe and shout and scream,
And when it ends temptation is at my ear again,
Talking of how I can be redeemed...

© Copyright of Holly Nia Goodson

*not sure about the title*