Faceless Demon Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I can still hear the noise.
A girls whispers in the dark.
Some laughter then the unending screams.

Is it a dream because it seems so real to me.
And it just won't stop.
Drip, drip, drip, blood is escaping the ears.
Then visions of her fades and then just disappear.
And I question why oh why couldn't I just save her?
Frozen in a moment of time.
A empty golden statue rises up with hollowed out eyes.

I can still hear the noise.
A girls whispers in the dark.
Some laughter then the unending screams.

Is it murder mystery?
A who done it in the clock at midnight on christmas eve.
A burning pine tree.
A cross set upon the quaking stairs.
A house that flips upside down.
A warning sign blurred saying beware.
I can still see all these flashes of images.
Hypnotic in the way it flows.
Nothing steady, nothing permant, not a set course, or way.

Oh how do I describe what I see when your looking in my eyes?
It is not love, it is not disgust, it is not hate, it is not a lack of trust.
It is an undying feeling of fear as the heart quievers.
In it the future I see makes me just shiver.
Deleiver me from this place.
Somebody provide me an escape.
An exit stage right.
Because something is just not right.

I can still hear the noise.
A girls whispers in the dark.
Some laughter then the unending screams.

Do I trust that sixth sense.
A man shouting from behind for me to go the other way
And I turn around to see who is there.
All I see is an empty street with a blinking red light blowing in the wind.
And just then I wonder who is it that is trying to save me.
Just who is it or is it the misfortunes of dellusional paranoinia.
Physco analysing everything I do, every step I take.
Call me crazy, call me unstability, call me anything you want.

I can still hear the noise.
A girls whispers in the dark.
Some laughter then the unending screams.

Is directed towards me.
Infinite are the possibilities.
A riddle that escapes all of my memories.
If I could put my finger on it.
The mark of the destroyer.
The voyage of a celestical ship that words nor the mind can quite describe.
Bee's buzzing in there hive.
Such a happy home.
Why do I have this sudden urge destroy it.

I can still hear the noise.
A girls whispers in the dark.
Some laughter then the unending screams.

And it is bringing to knees in agony.
In agony, with this there can never be any harmony.
The faceless demon of inner peace.
I search for her body everyday.
And as hard as it is to explain.
There is no needle sitting in these vains.
A sober mind can sometimes be just as much of a dangerous thing.

An the saint said to this world I do bring.
But of it you can never understand, because it isn't of this world.