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Angel of Dishonor

True to herself, Merciless.
Impaled through her forearms.
Unreachable by inches above the floor,
Fixed upon the wall.
Blood pouring down,
Caressing each curve,
Of her sullen body.
Head hung low,
No want for freedom.
Numb to physical torture.
Flesh tearing to the sky,
Body slipping toward the ground.
Metal carving through her veins.
Bless gravity.
She deserves nothing more,
Selfish, pathetic girl.
Her tragedy,
Not beautiful, certainly.
But welcome.
Painted thin in blood,
Held up by spikes.
Incapable of registering Pain from pleasure,
Slain in the most fitting way.

A contest entry

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  • Acidanthra
    September 12, 2007

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    It is good, but it is such an old poem that it could have been revised to be darker, more morbid, gorier, sicker, more twisted by now. Maybe create some new ones to enter into contests such as this one.


  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    February 2, 2007
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    Almost as if she doesn't care about pain... Merciless, consciousless (if that is a word)... She would totally and utterly be classed in my books as insane... Oooh and I would HATE to be up on spikes, so maybe that makes the thought of the torture portrayed within this a little more disturbing...


  • Rosemary Stroebel silver member
    January 24, 2007
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    Dark

    This is an amazingly dark piece. I love this storyline you have followed and the imagery is just chilling.

    The poem has a great flow which enhances this dark and chilling read.

    Let the ink flow and your fingers dance.

    Rosemary


  • Aroarathebloody
    January 18, 2007
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    ruthless

    Fucking loving this one, it's late 320 am here, and i love morbid shit before i go to bed, but anyway, i loved the impaled part about gravitiy, fuckin badass i have to use that one... later Aroarathebloody