Numb eyes gaze upon a gateway
into oblivion.
Bound for all eternity to guard,
depravity from shifting out of place.
Malicious indiscretions feverishly alive,
dancing on knife tipped shoes;
causing irrevocable pain,
a side effect of sinister proportion.
Blood ceasing to flow,
replaced by ice pulsing through veins,
an icicle heart where repugnant abominations
are free to roam.
nauseous odors permeate remaining senses;
as razors draw, lakes of tears from the overseer.
Her feelings and consciousness still in tact,
forced to observe repugnance.
Anesthetized only in flesh,
a torturous exhibition cast unwillingly for a totality of time,
without beginning or end.
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
A fantastic write, love how you saw this awesome pic, congrats on the HM 
the imagery through out this poem is quite vivid. Your words brought this pic to life, yes even though she is technically dead.. lol I absolutely love the first stanza.. You did a fantastic job with this prompt..
