The light assaults my eyes
As it forms in front of me.
I am surrounded by darkness
And the light calls my name.
It knows me.
I turn to run away
But there is nothing behind.
Dread saturates my consciousness
As the light calls to me again.
It knows me.
Sweat films my body
And paranoia floods my soul.
I run into the darkness
desperate to escape the light.
It knows me.
Invisible beings grab my clothing
And I rip it off in terror.
Naked and horrified i run
As they slash my skin and the light calls.
It knows me.
I stumble and fall hard
Bouncing back up from nothing.
The farther I get the harder they pull
And the louder the light calls to me.
It knows me.
Crying and desperate I push on
Losing my strength with every step.
I can hear them drinking my blood
As it flows in rhythm with the calling light.
It knows me.
The light grows no dimmer
As if I were running in place.
The beings scratch and bite at me
As the light persistently calls to me.
It knows me.
They have caught me now
Hard around the throat;
They choke me as I struggle
And mock me as the light calls.
It knows me.
I fight until I can fight no more
As they gnaw my flesh away.
I scream in pain and horror
With no one to hear but the light.
It knows me.
They pick me up
And toss me around as a game.
I give in to the torture
As the light calls my name.
It knows me.
The beings laugh and chide me
As they continue my torment.
I weep tears of blood and beg;
Then they hurl me into the light.
It knows me.
My bleeding body is scorched
As I am absorbed into the light.
I have not the energy to scream
As the light explodes with me.
It knows me.
I emerge on a mountain of bodies
And stare as they scream in pain.
I am lifted by a big hand
And finally look upon the voice of the light.
It knows me.
A hideous creature smiles down at me
With rotting fangs woven with snakes.
The eyes are two black holes
And no lids does this monster have.
It knows me.
The eyes are the darkness
From which I emerged
Into this alternate Hell.
The creature's breath smells of decay.
It knows me.
It speaks my name again
and laughs as I wince.
"Welcome to your new home,"
It says with a smile.
It knows me.
"You are a wicked little girl,
And now you will be punished.
Here there is no night or day
Only suffering little girl."
It knows me.
"Here you cannot die
And yet you do not live.
Your body is not real
But your pain is always real."
It knows me.
It turns me in it's hand
And a searing pain hits my back.
I have been branded by the monster.
It throws me down and curses my name.
It knows me.
Author notes
If you chose mine please don't copy it directly.
Thanks, ~JOY~
Written April 28th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Dark Is Good by Hated..
300 points, ended September 2, 2006, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is a very good very dark poem. It flows very well. What did this girl do that condemned her in such a way? The torment and the torture are awesome for a dark write. Did you win the contest?
Andy -
This was really good. Not exactly what I was looking for, but it was good and I might have gotten an idea or two from it.
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Wow, This is twisted, I like it, I had a different perspective on the light until You said what the light was. I related to half of it, THis is an awesome piece, If I could applaud it twice I would. I like the repetition, you used it very well. Awesome work. I love it, josh love you Joy!!!
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My twisted imagination put a spin on this that I don't think you intended, but I enjoyed it just the same. Very interesting view of hell you have. The repetition was done well, there wasn't a point in the poem where I felt like "Okay, yeah, we get it, it knows you, move on," whereas in so many other repetitious poems the reader ends up thinking something along those lines. Nicely done, and good luck.
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I think the reiteration of the line "It knows me" really cinched the whole poem together. I love the way you described the Hell, the horror and pain of being there. The way the beast looked, and even his foul stench. It was beautifully written, and it flows so well. Best of luck in the contest, though I don't see why you need it.
~Stormy~ -
Kick ass
wow...........I am mean holy f***ing hell....this a great poem. I LOVE the repition. This thing kick ass. Hands down. Hope you win!
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