The Room Of Hollow Eyes

The room was small the eyes were hollow, all dregs and decay.
Ruffled hair, dry scalp and seamen stains
Nails being bitten, cobwebbed corners, bedwetted sheets.
The room is smaller now, the air is ringing
Riddle me, riddle me
Why must thou haunt me?
The darkness strangles, the eyes crushed like two grapes on glass
The merciless unseen, taunting with her movents
Maniacal cackling, a loosening of hinges
Trouble is silent
Silence is trouble
Riddle me, riddle me
Take me already

Poem1:Christ on a String

Christ on a string, sort this shit out
Christ on a string, give me a shout
A nod, a nudge, a knock upside the head
A curse, a blessing, a sign from the dead

Christ on a string just give me a clout
Give me the words to see this rhyme out
Would you make the first move if i start to believe?
Would you wash away my sins and start to relieve?

Oh Christ on a string I've scissors in my hand
I've a warm cloak of guilt on which you can land