a story to tell.
Hmmmph!
They also say, that every man
suffers.
Well...this would be my story.
First, let me start off by
saying that I am the one suffering.
I am the one, that wishes for
deaths hour.
Day after day, night after night
it continues.....
Prismatic visions inhabit the
minds eye, through spectral images.
Hour after hour, minute by minute,
there is no end.
This place....
this God forsaken hell that keeps
me locked away from light,
from warmth and from the world.
Huddled in this corner, all I can hear
are their footsteps passing by....
they don't stop.
Of course not, unless it's time
for my lone meal.
The occasional dripping sound
from the corner adjacent to me,
serves as a reminder to my insanity.
The only door, bolted and latched,
sometimes I wonder if they even remember
I am in here.
I could yell but they can't hear
my faint echoes reverberating off the
chiseled stone walls that contain
a mixture of cement and my own
flesh and blood, as I have tried to
claw my way out until my fingertips
began to wear down to the muscle tissue.
Everyday, the faint smell
of rotting corpse grows stronger.
I have yet to determine if it's
that of a dead body outside or maybe...
just maybe....
a little at a time I'm slowly
making my escape from this darkened,
frigid hell.
My days...or are they nights,
as one could never tell as there
isn't even a window to this pit,
are spent remembering that day.
Heh heh....that's right.
That day! The day my life was altered.
The day my life.....would end.
They all asked for their punishment.
I swear!
But I can't talk about it....them.
All I am left with is this
God damn cold, dark, dismal hell...
and a number.
My number.
Soul number 666.....that's right.
We aren't considered human, just a number.
Upon being condemned to this fucking place
all identity is stripped from us.
Our lives...or what used to be lives,
are erased.
All we become is a number.
I couldn't tell you what name
I was cursed with anyway.
I don't know...I don't remember.
Maybe, I'm better off not knowing.
All I can remember is their faces.
Some of them tried to run.
Some of them died quickly.
Others......not so quick.
But ALL of them died.
EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM.
I wish I could forget.
I wish they'd leave me alone.
Stop!
Stop screaming!
All of them crying!
Their faces.
Their screams and tears.
All of them, condemning me
to this torture.
Each life that I took
is marred on my soul.
Each of them scar me.
This soul...bloodied like that of my axe.
Scarred for all eternity.
For they bled, they ALL bled.....
for me.
FUCK!
But what do I care?
Why should I care?
This hell is all that I will ever know.
All that I will ever see
and only death can save me.
Shit....death saved them.
They needed to die.
But still....I can't escape....
their pain has become my own.
It shall forever be mine.
The pain of 36 screaming faces.
36.....
But all of them.......DEAD.
There is no regret...
no remorse.
For upon their deaths,
every bloodied and slain body
I lost just a little bit more....
of my soul.
This;
empty carcass.
Author notes
Background courtesy of LadyDementia. Thank you very much!
This is Part one of my series called ~Memoires of Murder~
Part 2
~Birth of a Killer~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3924763
Part 3
~The Suffering~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/3944421
Part4
~A Voice Without Reasoning~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4004399
Part 5
~My Masterpiece~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4010999
Part 6
~Trick or Treat~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4702575
Part 7
~My Madness~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4765093
Part 8
~Judgement Day~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5808785
Part 9
~Benediction~
http://allpoetry.com/poem/5830803
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest Quest For The Darkest Writer In Town...Round 2! by LadyDementia.
1300 points, ended February 9, 2008, 7 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark Poems Needed by xXnotXbrokenXx.
850 points, ended March 13, 2008, 28 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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oh WOW!
This is powerful and the imagery is amazing. I love how the whole thing is so emotional yet evil. Ha, i was scrolling down on your profile and you had the lyrics from Apocalyptica's "I dont' care"
"if you were dead or still alive,
i don't care
just go and leave this all behidn
cause i swear, i don't care..."
This line in that song reminds me of this poem.
As for your poem, this little paragraph really struck me in terms of imagery:
"Prismatic visions inhabit the
minds eye, through spectral images.
Hour after hour, minute by minute,
there is no end."
A-FUCKIN-MAZING my friend


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I like this. Of course.


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Thank you....
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Excellent
A wonderful creation. So very well deserving of the trophies. Congratulations

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This is very eerie indeed! A start of a killer, most certainly! Beautifully done though, it's very haunting. I like the way we start off feeling that we pity this person, due to them telling us that they are the one who has suffered, I guess it shows though that we can be fooled by people easily and never truly see the larger picture. Very taunting, very eerie...
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Holy cow this is intense! :]
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Added to my lunch thrills read list
Awesomely chilling Ktulu. I love the psychological angle of this piece, and have bookmarked the next parts for my lunch breaks. Yeah I know wierd eat and read spine tinglers but hey.
'There is no regret...
no remorse.
For upon their deaths,
every bloodied and slain body
I lost just a little bit more....
of my soul.' Psychopathic, love it. Nice to meet your darker side if you will.
Jem

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Holy Mother of Pearl Jam
As the FBI has based their profiles on specific traits and mannerisms in the making of a Serial Killer~~
it is amazing how the beginnings...
seem to have a cesspool within the Mind...
Living in the abyss~ where the walls are closing in
Magnificent verse You have penned
and Love that border...

Can I borrow it sometime
Congratulations on Your HM!
-Throws confetti-
Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooo

On to the next oneeeeeeeeeeeeee~~
Thank You for sharing Your Talent also Voice~
Many blessings to You in the contest Sweet Soul
Best wishes too
and much love~ Desire~*~


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Thank you Desire for that wonderful comment.
Yes you may take the border..anytime.
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wow that was spine chilling reading... have to go find more... i give you fullcredit as i could never write like this
cheers
Jen

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Glad you like Jen,
there is more as part 2 is up and link is in AN and I am working on part 3 now too
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HOLY FUCK!!!!!
I CANT WAIT!!!! to read the rest of this woooohoooooo
this is just an amazing piece of writing!

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A thrilling piece, had me hooked from the beginning. I love the direction you took this and the descriptions you used were both intense and powerful. Thank you for a fantastic entry and good luck

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Thank you..this is something that I actually started writing back in october..and this round actually helped me to finish it..thanks
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I will tell you straight.... wonderful... untill I got the the 66 6 I REALLY DO NOT like using that.
So before that .... it was wonderful... but in reality melissa and I will not choice this one because of that... I just want to be truthful....
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thanks for the honesty
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I ... LOVED ... IT!!! This is exactly how I would write ... I am so sorry I haven't gotten to it already ... It is so ... dark, so dramatic, so eerie to read ... and yet ... it's exactly the same feelings I have ... you are an amazing writer! I am so impressed ... thank you so much for your entry and good luck in the contest!
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"I have yet to determine if it's
that of a dead body outside or maybe...
just maybe....
a little at a time I'm slowly
making my escape from this darkened,
frigid hell."
ADORED this piece - it spoke volumes!!!!
very nicely done here my friend!!!! enjoyed it thoroughly!
your background fits so well too
sheesh! I can't tell you how impressed I am (lol! didn't know you could write like this!!!
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(lol! didn't know you could write like this!!!)
you'd be surprised..
thanks for the comment. I thought you would like it.
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that was intense dude

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Very dark and dramatic, u don't see many of these penned with talent anymore, well done

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thank you
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WOW so very dark wicked and sick
great job Lobo.
To bad you couldn't post it in that bright red font that looks like blood dripping. Love that you used my background and you even gave me a new idea to try.
Roses to you
Teresa

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I used this background on a couple of things...thank you
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Yikes! The narrator of this piece seemed to be both psychotic and depressed... I liked the two sides that came through in this. Very dark and dramatic... Well done, and good luck to you
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Excellent vision...
What a powerful story you've created here. I was creeped out by a few of your lines. Well done, sir. At the end of the second larger stanza, did you mean 'frigid hell'? The sense of madness was filtered in very nicely, all the screaming... Thanks for sharing your gift. Good luck in the contest.

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hmmmmmm yes I did. I used spell check and that is what came up. Thanks for the comment and correction
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Wow
Now this is a walk down the path of the dark side.
A true walk down the long and haunting effect
of what might tranverse in the mind of a mass
murderer. I loved this poem/story in the mind of
an inmate without being too over done.
Riftkin

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Interesting.............


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Such a dark write for such a sweetie. Great work and good luck in the contest.
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Wowzers! That is an excellent piece of darkness. Great story line to follow. Love the feeling of the condemned one's own emotions or thoughts as you read. Great work.
Good luck in the contest
Storm

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Holy hell! You are such a wonderful writer!! You can write from any source of inspiration... you are versitile. Well done. You will do great in this contest!!
Mel


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That was extremely dramatic and very real. Damn... though it was slightly longer than I generally prefer poetry, I couldn't help but stay interested and keep reading each line more enthusiastically than the last... this was truly captivating... well done. Not that you should need it but good luck in the contest.


























