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In Wait

Hello, young one
I've been watching you
Cradled in the core
I can't wait until the quickening
When I can at last hear you scream

I wait right here in the trophy room
It is empty
And like I, bare
The gloom casts no shadows
So the stains cannot be seen

I left a trail of sweeties
From your future bed down to my head
Now I fill time
By fastening the plaque
To the cool and empty wall

You will not enjoy it here
But it is simply another place
I could just get you where you rest right now
But you're surrounded by skin
Incarcerated by bone
Fed the blood of your Mother
And soon it shall be time
When you fly freely from out of the box
And I will hide there patiently

Until your crown grows full with wisdom
And I can mount it at eye level
So that I may not wrench my neck
Just to gaze at your wide eyes.

Author notes

He really does live somewhere inside...

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  • untitled.
    December 3, 2008

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    I most definitely understand this. And have experienced it in some level of insanity.. I never know the difference anymore, lol. Exquisite read, it flowed very well, seamlessly in fact, and I saw it all... A simple wine with an unforgettable taste. Unique.

    Funny, how alts work. Quite unpredictable, and if you're unlucky, quite scary. And yet, whose dark side isn't?

    Ah, but there are those that struggle to keep the beast at bay, for if they're let off their chain, they might just kill you. And always with a smile.

    Allinall, an excellent piece of work, my friend. I really enjoyed this. Hope to see more from you. And thanks again for you comment on my latest, . Luck on the gold. You deserve it.

    ~S.


  • DecorusApparatus
    December 2, 2008

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    This poem is delightfully creepy and is defintiely something that you can be proud of. It had exceptional flow and told a frankly haunting story. It is a very well developed and structured poem and I think that it definitely fits the criteria of my contest. Your style is impeccable and you write with real clarity and confidence.

    "I can't wait until the quickening
    When I can at last hear you scream"

    These lines really impacted on me. They are very strong and although simple they are wonderful.
    Thankyou very much for entering into my contest.


    • Ich schreie schreie
      December 2, 2008
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      Oh my...

      Thank you so very much for the comment. There are times when we let our alts take precedence in our creation... Isn't it fun discovering new ones? Or at least acknowledging their presence and letting them out to play.