Darkness gives way
And yet it’s time to search
The next victim
In the woods, in a cave
Who knows where the innocent lay?
Chase after chase future victims run
We set up the traps
One by one they fall
Now way to break free from the mysterious voices
Screams and tears fill up the forest
You will not break free from our feast
Beasts and wolves howl to the moon
Shape the forest and beat a drum
We gather together piles of sorry-flesh
Bundled together they try to cry
The blood drops down their face mixed with
The frothy bile laced vomit smeared on their worthless faces
Tossed into
The stench of charred flesh lingers
Danger all around the poor souls
No way to break free
Mister the final plea
No one rushes to the rescue
Cops are not called
Rescue does not exist
Still they sit in constant agony, terror
Seething in through their veins of no escape
They know that fate is near
Whispers in the air
Goosebumps crawl up and down their backs
By dawn, each victim’s identity is cut away
Before the sunrise, who knows which is which?
And who is who?
A contest entry
- Earn your points... by crisstiena.
5000 points, ended December 26, 2008, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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i clicked on it by pure chance since i visit rarely as of late, just absent-minedely browsing contests, and seeing crisstiena (whom i admire) and the contest’s subject (i wish i saw it earlier, i would have joined) i decided to random click a few entries. yours is the only one i comment.
you write with a sort of dark power and dark energy and conviction worthy of prophets, madmen, and children. i felt compelled to go through some other of your poems, same darkness and same power and same conviction – how the hell don’t you have swarms of readers and comments? for or against, boot licking or spitting in anger. just shows you the validity of the fallacy of appreciation on this site.
you paint a picture which i envy to not have painted myself – of terror, inhumanity, stupidity, haughtiness of the “masters” versus the innocents – i find it stunningly powerful. not my kind of subjet, as i am more into the romance type of things (though at times borrowing on abstract insanity as well) but i really loved reading this entry. it is so special that i would have loved to compete against it. (you may want to take care of a few typos, not speller type). good luck poet.
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