Great Pretend

I quite like this little poem, which crafted a horror poem out of hip-hop and R&B tracks. Somehow, the generally direct naming conventions lends really well to poetic themes.

Voiceless Fricative

There’s a monster in my room,
The monster from the gloom,
And he’s whispering that he wants to be my friend,
The wild fire in his eyes,
It lights my sleepless nights,
And seeks to guide me to the land of Great Pretend.

His growl rumbles and resounds,
As it shakes the fragile ground,
An earthquake in the moment daylight dies,
If he claws my weakened skin,
He’ll proceed to draw me in,
And drag my consciousness unto the other side,
I’d be trapped in heinous schemes,
and in everlasting dreams,
Where trumpets mask the sound of harrowed cries,
Where every shred of truth ,
And all I ever knew,
Would be drowned out by his dark and honeyed lies.

There’s a monster in my room,
The monster from the gloom,
And he’s whispering that he wants to be my friend,
So I keep a sideways glance,
Sure not to…

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