Trying Compulsion

Seated demons
Vibrating bones
With sounds so sweet.

One,
One,
One, only one.

Luring to the noose,
Smouldering lights,
Generous with demise.

Invisible demons
Vibrating bones
With sounds so sweet.

One,
One,
One, only one more.

Wreathed in rings,
Swirling close,
A stranglehold.

Omnipresent demons
Vibrating bones
With sounds so sweet.

More,
More,
More, always more.

Golden leaves
Burnt away,
Black inside.

by Stuart Doggett

Comments (1)

I picked this poem from the title Stuart, because I find people who post so many poem at a time, fit it perfectly. It puts people off sampling your work, because it is often the case that less is more in art, but in this instance, I was surprised, because this is a spine chiller of a poem. Very good atmosphere you produced in it's layout. 10 from Tai, A trying compulsion myself at times! lol