Do I dare?

Do I Dare

With all these demons screaming
When darkness seemingly crawls across the landscape
There are only a few questions I can ask

Do I dare?
What do I dare?
To peak through the cream curtains
Through the clear, cut, and cleaned windows
to stare at the hair of the demon bound by hell

Can I dare?
To dare myself to continue staring
At these hellish forms speaking in clear whispers
Or do I dare close my eyes as my house conspires against me with the hellish creatures


Do I spare?
Do I spare another rest in this house?
Or surely will the boogeyman catch me
And drag me across the muddy landscape
The thoughts of leaves and bugs crawling in my hair and my nails with grit

Can I spare?
What can I spare as I hear the growls of the night?
Would mercy be something that they would understand
Or would they surely not spare me and take every part

Do I continue?
Do I continue to forfeit my life?
As I continuously stare out into the swampy forest
The trees creating forms themselves, their
willing branches are that of sad fingers and their bodies
Three or more woman formed together

Can I continue?
Or when will their eyes of red, fire, and brimstone finally meet
My eyes of green, earth, and life

With all these demons screaming
And the darkness surely gleaming
Do I dare?

This is a great piece, with some editing that is. I like the images you bring to life, you can hear the sadness when you read it and its not as depressing but more on a mystical, sad and mysterious level. The six verse breaks up a bit and you repeat the images, not so much so that the reader is turned away but just enough for them to say, its a good piece. Nice job Leaka!