Dark stranger
What am I doing, a forced choice. This black hole is swallowing my beauty, anger rage disengage what the fuck!!!! This is not me!!!
Where has this dark stranger come from, I am watching thou my eyes but I don’t want too do these actions I am doing looking upon woman as symbols and nothing more. Watching men as enemies, taken them down like a sniper, what the fuck!!! This is not me!!!!
The spawn has got me, trapped like Pandora’s Box, I jump and scream smashing axes against the black mist its gets sticky and eats me up like greed does to poverty, the invasion of evil rises and stands grim to reap god surprises
But glimpses of the dark stranger fade and my soul starts to reappear, how long will this last how long will the dark stranger fast!!!!!
The answer is not long, for this stranger leads me to not righteous but too wrong
I yell for hope!!!!!!!!!! As the bastard tries to strangle me with sum demon rope, I start to choke as the dark stranger cracks my spiritual yoke.
Am I finished has this stranger become part of my identity!!!!!!
A contest entry
- Hullabalooza of a Contest! by Manda-Lou.
1680 points, ended December 31, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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You do well to express your emotion. I can sense the urgency. I do not know which option it is for though. I did notice a few grammatical and spelling mistakes, and if you'd like me to tell you which, please mail me. But what is the option?
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We all have demons that reside within us, it is whether or not we can keep the darkness at bay. I can relate to what you have to say here, I would work on the spelling and form, could make it a much stronger piece.
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