Spider bury their lies in my skin.
Bats swarm at me picking me apart piece by piece.
My mind kidnapped and killed by the ghosts of my past.
Back tears fall from my eyes leaving puddles of sorrow,
and the blood drains with each slit made.
i walk the dark path
no light just dark
no heaven just hell
no hero just a villein
no life just death.
evil truly does lie in the beholder
A contest entry
- Ghosts, Ghouls and Spooky Tales - Ages 13 to 17 by The Fun House.
400 points, ended November 18, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow a dark and scarey write.... I loved the imagery it produced while reading. well done. I really enjoyed your poem.
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Its dark for sure of that,
I like it lots,
But dont like its idea of your evil. -
Aawwwwww WOW
Short and horrifyingly sweet.
“evil truly does lie in the beholder”
Great line, I wish I thought of it. I love the dark interpretations in this poem.
Very Well Done
PS I like the Name change
Allawy
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i agree with veg: i like this in a morbid kind of way. i love how you used the metaphores. good job hun. keep up the good work!
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I love this in a morbid, creepy way. A few spelling mistakes but thats perfectly fine, we get what your trying to say. I love the metaphores in this piece!!! Great write sis!
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