Acid tears burn sadness into my skin,
Pale from fright and burning from the torture.
Tattoos of hate are branded from my sin,
Acid tears burn sadness in my skin.
A thick scar heaving at the empty weight,
Lapping it’s tough at the doorstep of fate.
Blood pores out from some far and quiet void,
Where all that can be heard: whispers of screams,
Yells that drill into my head, thoughts destroyed;
Blood pores out from some far and quiet void.
A mist clings and devours just to kill,
A pair of decrepit hands chocking still.
Parasites, eat my life to live their own,
They leave me to suffer, to plead for death.
At last screams cease echoing, I’m alone;
Parasites, eat my life to live their own.
Pressed to broken glass in prison I lie,
Death ringing loud, Loud begging just to die.
At last somehow I trip into darkness,
My teeth are stained with blood and cursed with names.
Fire licks at my face: burning caress.
At last somehow I trip into darkness.
I quickly glance at my charred ice cold hands
Starving and chocking, quiet in demands.
Author notes
Iamthebeatles's dark poem
words: Acid, blood, death, empty, hate, ice, kill, pale, quite, suffer, torture, void, yell
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Nice dark poem i like it

good luck in the contest!!
Forest vampire child

