Oblivion consumes her mind
taking her soul to new levels of pain
as paralyzing torture is bestowed upon her
Spitting her heart out
he slices at her pale skin
his sharp nails causing the sharp sting
He picks up the bleeding body
and carries it to the cold lake
dumping it for a poor child to find
But before turning to leave
The beast speaks to the floating body one last time
"My child, thank you; depression has finally won."
Author notes
Written October 25th, 2005
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thank you....welcome to ap!
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Great poem! It's very dark, and deep.
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