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Immortal Pen

He's cool alabaster skin,
he's a pale gypsum statue wrought the purest white.
He's flawed, in mind and body,
but he's imperfect in the way
that makes art more beautiful with every blemish.

He's dead,
his lungs never inflate with sweet air
and the blood in his veins isn't his,
it runs cold and tired like sluggish oil.
His inelastic skin seems cruel at times,
and his perfection becomes bitter anger
and cruel hate when his features contort in rage,
sometimes he's ugly.

He suffers,
by the filed nails he presses to his face,
beneath the steel blade he uses to rend his skin
so it can stitch back together magically,
but he'll just do it again.
He's a stagnant figure in the pool of time,
and it moves around him and away,
the waves no longer lapping at his waist,
he's been abandoned.

Sometimes I wonder,
if maybe he'll succumb to the lull of dawn
and cast himself into the amber glow.
Sometimes I ponder,
if maybe he'll yield to the hungry fire
that aches to turn his flesh to ash in kaleidoscopes of warmth.

Sometimes I question,
if he's went insane beneath the crushing pressure of self-disgust,
and I just take his freezing hand and remind him
that poetry puts life back into the most inanimate vase,
so he's in no danger of being forgotten,
as long as I have a pen.

Author notes

IV. Themes. - vampires, self-harm/self-mutilation, death, destruction.

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  • redmoonnrizing silver member
    September 29

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    I love poems that describe something without giving it it's true name. You have done a Great job with this piece. A deliciously dark write!!!


  • arthyria
    September 28

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    I really like the last two lines! hmm, it's ironic that even if he's not in the danger of being forgotten, your pen has already stabbed him to death, that is, erm, he's a fictive construct, no matter how real the real version is. That is... writing destroys as much as it creates. am i making sense?


    • Miss Macabre
      September 28
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      I don't know if you're making sense, but thanks for commenting. ^.^


  • blank1 silver member
    September 28

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    i love the ending,you are a true artist,i feel at home in the darkness you portray,this is another amazing write,best of luck in the contest,i dont think you need it though,amazing

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