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Wretched Rendevous



I awoke to the sound of silence.
There was darkness pressing on all sides
and fear was all I felt,
all that in my heart presided -
at first....

I knew not why or the cause
the speed of heart in the pause
and as my fingers twitching
paranoid, my thoughts bewitching
my thirst......

Hunger bleeds its sweet song,
the craving now becoming strong.
Hunger playing in my mind,
thoughts released, now unwind.

the walls were on fire, or thats what they seemed,
did i have a debt with this fire pit that had to be redeemed,
there was a smell in the air, a stench no other could compare,
i heard footsteps etching near, slow diminishing was my fear

Underneath the wind strong
When the claim it's so wrong
People moving unkind
People judging so blind

Damned by forces I do not understand
Is this fate or is this all what they planned
Though I burn in hell ambition will not cease
Moving through the fire I still seek my release

haunting the demons and failures alike,
navigating through hell, people impaled on pikes.
Marauding dark flames, always searing with hate.
Burning the innards as much as the face.

Sneering and leering, demonic children crowd
around my fearless feet, beneath my egos shroud.
I feel myself slowly begin a-breaking down.
I will hunt His Unholyness and challenge him his crown.

Demons Dancing, thoughts enhancing
Hell romancing, it's entrancing
Start the hunt for the light bringer
Imps and Pit lord's shiny stinger

demons dancing round my figure,
seeking my flesh, wanting to reconfigure,
their eyes red, amorous with hate,
in this most dangerous ambition will i be too late?

Vertebrates snap, jaws crunch,
stealing hunger, time for lunch.
A brackish meal with visceral delights
to keep my strength up in the night.

waking up continuing my quest,
thinking of my family crest,
getting tired of this never ending adventure,
always walking on, wanting to stop this venture

Still power surges through these veins,
driving me to the brink of insane.
The need to cause overwhelming pain,
malignant murder still remains.

Pressing through the midnight hour,
turning lives of others just as sour
I strengthen and army of the dark
for greater journey to embark...

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Comments


  • nature mithya gold member
    1 day ago
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    The best part in the poem is a coordinated effort

    Not visible to a reader.
    Yes I have felt the chill of what you say here.
    I believe men too have such fears but they don't show them.
    Lol
    only to be categorized as MEN.

  • I love the background I want it lol

    wowowwowowo I'm speechless it's perfect

  • LadyDementia gold member
    June 27
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    Hehe looking good...You nailed it, we're awesome!
  • ooh we look good i mean the poem looks very good indeedy hehe we write lovely together,
    all my love,
    kitty xx