Post by Kami on Feb 21, 2005 16:18:33 GMT -5
Hey! I lost the link to this place amongst getting a new computer, glad to be back here! And I come offering new poems!
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A shadow creeps across my face,
My eyes burn with the fires of hell.
My voice becomes demonic,
A monster awakened.
The shadow creeps across my body,
Twisting it to its own end,
I fall quickly to my knees,
Coughing and crying in pain.
I can feel the demon awakening,
My body feels as if it is being torn,
As if it is being pulled apart,
And yet all from within.
Sudden, violent conveluted twisting,
Agressive, uncontrollable convulsions,
Every inch of my body aches,
As it is pulled out of shape.
The sounds of screams and sirens,
Drown any thought from my mind,
Clouding simple thought,
Removing any trace of sanity.
I cannot see or think clearly here,
The sirens fill me with anger, frustration,
I plead with nothingness to stop,
This torment has become too much.
The world around me trancends to darkness,
The walls and floor bleed in my place,
Changing their shape and texture,
Just as my writhing body does.
The light is sucked into a black hole,
As is the essence of humanity,
Drawn from the exhausted body,
Into the void, never to return.
As both room and body metamorphise,
The creature on the floor,
Twisted out of proportion and shape,
Unrecognisable as human.
And as the shadow takes its hold here,
It gathers nearby, into a shape,
A shadow, and yet human in appearance,
But I do not recognise it as me.
Instead I rise to all fours, dazed,
Confused and bewildered of my purpose.
Nothing makes sense, only anger,
I wince, fighting back the urges.
As the shadow that is me walks into shadow,
A broken monster remains on the floor.
Perhaps I have left this part of me forever,
Or maybe one day I may return...
---
A shadow creeps across my face,
My eyes burn with the fires of hell.
My voice becomes demonic,
A monster awakened.
The shadow creeps across my body,
Twisting it to its own end,
I fall quickly to my knees,
Coughing and crying in pain.
I can feel the demon awakening,
My body feels as if it is being torn,
As if it is being pulled apart,
And yet all from within.
Sudden, violent conveluted twisting,
Agressive, uncontrollable convulsions,
Every inch of my body aches,
As it is pulled out of shape.
The sounds of screams and sirens,
Drown any thought from my mind,
Clouding simple thought,
Removing any trace of sanity.
I cannot see or think clearly here,
The sirens fill me with anger, frustration,
I plead with nothingness to stop,
This torment has become too much.
The world around me trancends to darkness,
The walls and floor bleed in my place,
Changing their shape and texture,
Just as my writhing body does.
The light is sucked into a black hole,
As is the essence of humanity,
Drawn from the exhausted body,
Into the void, never to return.
As both room and body metamorphise,
The creature on the floor,
Twisted out of proportion and shape,
Unrecognisable as human.
And as the shadow takes its hold here,
It gathers nearby, into a shape,
A shadow, and yet human in appearance,
But I do not recognise it as me.
Instead I rise to all fours, dazed,
Confused and bewildered of my purpose.
Nothing makes sense, only anger,
I wince, fighting back the urges.
As the shadow that is me walks into shadow,
A broken monster remains on the floor.
Perhaps I have left this part of me forever,
Or maybe one day I may return...
