November 2015

Disclaimer: This poem-y-not so poem- not so anything- thing was not written with intentions of creating a decent piece of work. Frankly, I try not to remember why I wrote it. 'Cause it's creepy as shmuck. But to all ye creeps...enjoy!

*lower case intended*

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he has no face

no mouth

no eyes

how is he screaming

he's looking at me

so empty

he reaches his hand out

to the white wall again

still looking at me

don't look at me

his hand never makes it there

instead

he puts it onto his face

or where it was supposed to be

leaving behind a red hand print

and then he screams again

like a dagger

he's shooting sharp daggers into my body

and one goes into my chest

i look down

but there is no blood

no daggers either

just holes

void

holes

i'm full of holes

full of void

full of nothing

white walls

i'm becoming concrete white

the holes

they start to turn to white

they fill with white

stop screaming

he walks towards me

his steps

ever so dead

and hollow

unlike a robot

they aren't precise

he slips and falls

he's no mechanical machine

his steps lack purpose

so unlike a human

his steps lack fear

so unlike an animal

they lack

they lack

what do they lack

i can't say

this pain

of being filled of holes

that boy

he has no face

his hands are by his side

like he has absolutely nothing to hide

yet i hear it

DRIP

blood drips off of his fingers

onto the white floor

dimly lit halls

no door

bright white walls

simply a haven

for sinners' crawls

he has no face

yet he looks at the walls

white walls

white walls

his head turns

but all he sees are white walls

white walls

white walls

nobody will hear your calls

his hands move up slowly

reaching for the white

his hand touches the wall

leaving a red hand print

his faceless head tilts

then he screams

the knife-like sound

piercing my body

from all directions possible

i look down at my body

and on impulse

i try to scream

but the sound

is dull

in comparison

to a weapon

that causes my body

to split open

it bleeds

it bleeds

he continues

screaming

and more holes

form on my body

my ears

i can feel blood slide out

it's like i'm being shot at

i clutch my chest

trying to protect

my heart

i look at him

i can't bear

i try to walk away

but the farther i go

the louder they get

his scream

-it hits my leg

and i fall

holes

white grows inside

and it feels

no- it doesn't feel

it lacks feeling

it lacks

on my knees

i put my hand out towards him

hoping that i'm delusional

that his steps

are just a new trend

that it's a new form

of humanity

nothing more

nothing less

just humanity

from one human

to another

but what is humanity

it it what i see?

thin

bloody

no face

no eyes

no mouth

does humanity scream?

humanity screams

it lacks

humanity lacks

humanity is walking towards me

humanity kneels

he kneels

and my outstretched hand

is now full of holes

he tilts his head

lacking amusement

and the holes become white

he looks at me again

and i open my mouth to scream

but my mouth is just a hole

and now it's full of white

he puts his bloodied hand on my face

and it's the end

his scream

shoots from one ear to another

crossing inside my head

and my head is just a hole

being engulfed by white

and i realize

i'm just another white wall

with his bloodied hand print on it

i'm just a white wall

with humanity's bloody hand print

imprinted on its very center.

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Wait! Before you make assumptions, I'm not cynical and twisted. I promise! But we all have our odd days out and I'm assuming that's when this happened. The more I try to understand White Walls, the more confused I get.  What are your thoughts? What did you interpret from this? I'd love to know.

Also, I know that the grammar is off and so is everything else, but when I find an old piece of writing I avoid meddling with it.