Revelling in the mindless madness
That hovers on the edge of non-reality
I'm forgetting about the sadness
And embracing this twisted brutality.
A shadow of hesitation
Crushed swiftly by beggars and theives
Followed closely by determination
A distorted world my mind weaves.
My father's spinning in his grave
And my mother's cursing my existance
But I'm finally, no longer a slave
I'm joining Hell's resistance.
Cry chaos, my soul is free
Scream panic for all the tears
For so long I couldn't be
Held fast by pathetic fears.
And the skulls dance merry in the air
That feeds my decaying, decadent style
So come on in, if you care
And feel free to stay a while.
There's no price you need to pay
Well, nothing you can't afford
A portion of your soul, per day
Gets you pleasure, pain, food and board.
Author notes
Picture Prompt: picture -- Moerser Girl with zombies by MAROK ART
A contest entry
- DARk picture inspired contest...come have a look ;) by MaMa-2-be-Cindy.
680 points, ended June 15, 2008, 6 entries
Honorable mention
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Comments
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This is an awesome poem. I loved the darkness. I am sure it fit the picture. I enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.
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oh i like the almost humours tone to this..but great work on the darkness...and the flow this just read through so smoothly
Thank you so much for this , good luck
Cindy
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