Another somewhat dark poem about insanity, snakebites, or religious horror...it depends on the reader, lol.
When you first noticed the bite on your arm
It was small, nothing to fear.
There was not a cause for alarm.
The pain didn’t throb or sear.
It was dull, but infection came
The fever surged, a silent curse
A wild heat that could not be tamed.
And sanity dispersed.
A presence rifling through your memory
A changing trickster filled with restless glee
Sending phantasms, intensity.
Worlds that before you could not see.
Oh how they haunt you in the sucking heat.
Swarms of ruthless insects seeking easy meat
Filled with need, thousands and thousands of beating wings.
Backlit by a blood red sky, under a sun where life has died.
The steady dripping of a poison dart.
Quick vines of panic of which you’re a part.
The labored beating of corrupted hearts.
You are theirs,
Flushed and frenzied as the fire flares.
Walls are growing blinking eyes
Voices chant and growl and cry
Is this death or revelation, lies?
Tossing and turning in tangled sheets
Struggling to know and breathe
Caught in the thrall of they who strive to reap
You fight for your mind, in which they seep.
The toxin creeping through your arteries
Filling your mind with warping, surging heat.
Bitter venom, strange and sweet.
We lie on living beds
That speak soft lulling whispers inside our heads
Telling of the place we’ll see
Deception and writhing trees.
A land of rampant disease
Delirium on a silent breeze.
The bedroom walls have ears, and know of your fears
Moths thrum from the plaster to feed off of tears
Reality has fallen, and now madness reigns
This is joy; this is sadness, pleasure and pain
But like all things, the sickness withers and breaks
Your eyes snap open, finally awake
Nothing left but cinders, a dull little ache
And the triumphant hissing of the fever snake.