Kneeling under an oblique sable shadowing everything
The serenade of oblivion beckons the despairs
Like Angels fallen from grace, you’re bound to this world
With chains bolted into dirty asphalt rendering the soul stagnant
Evolution of pain breeds a beast ravaging the will
A tiny Excalibur falls in your possession
You battle and slice away the flesh of the beast
To no advance, its attacks are relentless as fangs dig deep
Finally, a weakness appears, with one cut the beast is slain
Delusions’ subsides your arms are bloody by your own blade.
Author notes
"demons"
Prompt~
Cutting takes away the pain that you cant handle
wishing to feel physical pain
but the emotional pain is to strong
A contest entry
- Quickie by Starz of Heaven.
550 points, ended February 22, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - ~~~Demons~~~ by anguish.
395 points, ended July 25, 2008, 13 entries
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Comments
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very great write...could really picture what was going on in this poem... nice use of descriptive words... really made it all fit together... keep up the great work.
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very sorrowful piece indeed. I love how you personified the depression as the beast. very sound write, Thank you for entering.
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unusual
unusual write for the prompt but very beasty . . liked "The serenade of oblivion beckons the despairs" and "Evolution of pain breeds a beast ravaging the will" . . congrats on the trophy
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