"Keep your mouth shut!" "Don't look back." ,the crowd threatens.
Satan's hand shuts my mouth with thread, each stitch with a bloody guild.
I walk to the center of this irk-full crowd, I think to myself, "don't stare, don't show your fear."
Their judgement had already unfolded like a book.
They yelled, "Shut those retched eyes, they are full!"
Satan's hands staple my eyes, I barely see threw the blood-silver cracks.
After this, they call for the finally ,they prop me up like drift wood and set my torso to flame.
In the center of this arrangement, the leader speaks seeping in, like a shadow, "Now you are holy."
For Satan's hand had carved it into my crown with thorns of pride........
Is my soul really clean?
A contest entry
- Best Emo Write Ever by VampireKitty-.
400 points, ended October 28, 44 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
By Nicolay, crying on the inside about to cut on the outside....
Comments
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Wow this was a really good write good metaphors and description good job...and good luck ni the contest
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thanks
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