I've been molded and sculpted
By the cruelest of hands.
Now I seek not only that culprit,
But whoever else stands.
Yes, my good child,
Who is innocent in many eyes.
I am your creation that went wild,
The product of your lies.
You're trapped in the corner of a dark room,
Gaping as you stare deep into my red irises,
Glimpsing the blood on my clawed hands, foreseeing your doom,
That scream lodged in your throat, silent, my voice as smooth as molasses.
Oh, so you do recognize me?
As a doctor should recognize her patient.
Your experiments have failed dramatically.
I'm not the one guilty of my own torment.
I wonder if you realize that you did this to me
As you shake and shudder while I draw near,
Feeling the sharpness of my canines with my tongue as you wait and see
If anyone could possibly hear your screams from here.
You squeeze your eyes shut and whimper
As I stroke your cheek with my talons,
Careful to smear just enough blood of your 'helpers'
On your smooth cheek. You're to blame for the death of your friends.
You will not live to tell of this important lesson,
That what you do may destroy another.
You will suffer as I have suffered, and
I will not be the one who shouts for help while others cower.
I hope I'm the only one whose life has been damaged
And I hope you're alone in your own schemes,
Because I'd hate to find out that I've managed
To only destroy one person who has taken my dreams.
You slowly realize your fate is in my hands now
And that it would do you no good to cry.
Your mistakes crushed my world, so I'll crush yours till all fall down.
And now, my traitorous friend, you will die.
Author notes
I just finished reading a good story, so I felt a little demonic and evil afterwards. Hehehehehe...
A contest entry
- TASTE THE DARKNESS BIG POINTS WHAAAT by bones7.
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opps wouldn't let me
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a little extra I mentioned
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going to comment every two stanzas as I read since you are a new member I will give you your reward plus a little extra...
Stanza 1 and 2:
erm is intreged right off the bat wonder what will happen.. Great rhtme so far really like were this is going...
Stanza 3 and 4:
ohhhhhh okay so like a experimant gone wrong... I haven't seen that in a really really long time. its a nice change of pace.
stanza 5 and 6:
huh so this thing is really getting some major pay backs huh I really think that makes for great horro good job so far.
Stanza 7 and 8:
hmmm I think this is really really good so far you are really doing a great job on this so far....
Conclusion:
great job really really loved this!!!! bravo!!
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Wonderful....just wonderful! Good luck!
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Very creative!
I love the second stanza, "Yes, my good child, who is innocent in so many eyes. I am your creation that went wild. I am the product of your lies. This dark and twisted piece goes somewhat deeper than just the 'vampyr' genre. It has some deepness of thought to it. A little bit of someone's soul seems to be here. Good luck in the contest.
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Angry much?
well, Alexandria Burgess, you afficially need help, BIG TIME BUDDY!
j/k, awsome poem
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ohh, morbid much? lol i love it. i have yet to read a poem from you that i dont like. keep up the great work
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frankenstein like in nature, and that has always been my favorite story...scary indeed also...good luck to you in this contest
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