With my eyes I look through the hole
I see a misty room
That can not be identified
That was once someone’s tomb
The door was locked
The windows, covered and barred
Not a person or building in sight for miles
And something inside had been charred
Beyond the point of identification
The smell was horrible, unbearable
Its old, mold was growing on the door
The creature inside was not repairable
The feeling around was cold and silent
The way a graveyard would feel at midnight
The feeling you get when you think your not alone
The color of this door, was once cheerful and bright
After the creature was tortured and murdered
The brightness from the building faded away
No one dares to enter the forbidden tomb
If done, its believed that life will become gray
They would die from torture
From the haunting of the wild creature
What they did to him, he would do to them
Leaving nothing, not even a human feature
The tomb of death stands before me
The feeling in my body goes numb
When I turn to walk away, I heard a noise
And a deep voice that said, “come”
I try to run, but its to late
The creature found me, and took me in
He dragged me up some stairs
That’s were I was forced to burn off my own skin
Author notes
Written March 27th, 2006
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thank you..i am glad you like it..yay! at least someone does..
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excellent
this is a very creative and personal piece. I love the way that you use the metaphor of a decrepid room for your tortured mind. If this was indeed what the poem was about. Anyway in my oppinion this is yet another masterpiece from the world of Squiem. -
This is very imaginative and full of imagery. I could see every and feel all the emotions. Great write!!
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yesum
The creature inside was not repairable i think sound funny i laughed out loud when i read it. Btw laugh out loud is also lol. over all i lied this poem it reached into my body and burned my spiret with fear! Thank you
~happy Nightmares~
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