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Darkened


The darkness is consuming,

This battle is as tough as solid steel.

As cold as fozen oxygen,

Yet roll's like a wheel.



The battle goes faster and faster,

With each and every blow.

The deamons keep coming back now,

Yet the battle has taken quite a toll.



The scarred tissue can't heal,

It's continually getting cut again and again.

Getting to such a depth,

The healing process can't win.



What is it that is cutting,

What can heal the open wounds.

The battle is being blindly fought,

Yet the scars are starting to comsume.



His body is surpassed,

Now going to the mind,

Hallucinations are given a home,

As he falls further behind.



His wore-torn soul,

Refuses to give up the fight.

Cause it know's somewhere in the end,

That there will be the brightest of lights.



Yet at the moment it's pure darkness,

So black not even a light can reveal.

Yet the battle rages on,

As he goes in for another kill.



It's come to the point,

The exhaustion is kicking in.

Sweat dripping down his face,

Yet his heart can't seem to mend.



At the last moment of his life,

His life flashes before his watered down eyes.

He's remembering the good times,

When he could lay there and enjoy the clear blue sky.



Finally the deamon goes to give the final blow,

Yet out of no where his strength is revealed.

His psychological being is coming back,

His final blow to the beast, He makes the final kill.



With the one last blow,

The light is now showing.

The wound he has given the deamon,

Has shown how to help his healing.



Blow after blow after blow,

The light becoming brighter,

Finally beggining to show.



He falls to his knee's,

Taking a deep breath.

Being able to now,

Be able to enjoy a bit of rest.



The battle comes to a complete halt,

The eternal rest has come.

The light giving him the warmth of a womb,

Seein that his work is done.



As he now lays there,

Feeling his never given bliss.

As all he ever wanted,

Was his true loves kiss.



But that will never be,

He'll get over it soon,

As now he lays there starring,

At the most beautiful of moon's.

What is you get outta this poem? Can you relate to this peom? If so how?

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  • Angelflower
    May 5, 2008

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    wow.. this was really good!! though a little hard to read because of the spacing.. but good none the less.. I liked the image that you created with your words.. well done..

    Angel