Creepy Poem

Adrielle Massey
Personal Poem
Sophomore English
6 February 2007

Death is calling me.
It is an infant beckoning to its mother.
I imprison It in a barred crib in my mind.
It grabs at my soul as a child grabs its mother's skirt.
"Please! Leave me be! I beg you, not tonight," I plead.
It calls again, "You'll never leave me will you mother?"
I sob and know that for another night I am defeated.
Death stabs again.
It's reaching, reaching, reaching for something deeper.
Its tiny hands knock against something hollow.
CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!
Death begins to beat against it.
It's beating, beating, beating in sync with my heart.
I fall again into myself...into what Death calls home.
It smiles as it screams.
Its cries are nails on a chalk board.
It's scratching, beating, terrorizing my hard heart until it opens.
Death enters and begins to scream once more.
Its sated cries pierce through me, and echo through my hollow cavity.
Death begins to dance.
Spinning, twirling, spiraling in circles,
Never ending until I cease to exist.
And then, when I am nothing it whispers.
Whispers softly in my ear,
"I'll be back in the morning."

okay, so before you judge me by saying that i need mental help, please allow me to explain. i thought that it would be funny to portray death as a baby. perhaps that is sick in itself, but i don't actually feel this way.