Eccentric beating of your heart
as horror unfolds,
life, like a rose, wilting,
refusing to die;
prolonging agony.
The mind
tortures the spirit,
with the body caught in between.
Every last drop of his blood
is mixed with the sweat
as they both drip to the floor.
And though you are washed
you will still remember him
and still hear his excruciating scream...
Your mind sucked under,
as the bloody knife falls to your feet.
Consciousness dieing.
Light:
extinguished.
Monster:
released from within.
Author notes
This wasn't my original idea, but once I start writing I can't direct where the poem is gonna be headed.
Took inspiration from the contest picture.
A contest entry
- My Horror, My Dream. My Reality by x Simply x Me x.
425 points, ended August 5, 2008, 18 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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incredibly violent!!!! which i believe was your intent! still well done
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Wow. Interesting take, great word choice. This was a really good piece, and good luck in the contest hun.
-Les -
wow! This an a great write! I love your take on the picture =] Thank you for entering!
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