Obscure Mist
by MELODY WISK
An obscure mist invaded my dreams
Tremor stricken veins causing my screams
Dark resentment with wings it soared
Hordes of sick images leaving me cold
Sucked out my soul, turned it to vile
Eyes nailed closed with fervent guile
Touch so evil my heart turned to stone
Personal resentment is now its home
Gasping I breathed in the stench of decay
Tentacles of disgust unable to convey
Subconscious threaded with stitches of doubt
Malicious thoughts soon gave sprout
Not a demon or apparition from hell
Yet just as evil that grows and dwells
Inside the minds of innocent men
Infection of doubt visits once again